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Feb 2023
Often I find myself revisiting the bridges I built in my youth with best friends, crushes, or even the kids I just ate lunch with.

Tell you the truth,
It's more like visiting patches
Of charred remnants and ashes
Of these bridges that burnt
Down in batches

I attemt to reminisce, but I was remiss
So I repress my part in this
As the arsonist.

The fact is
I never really liked playing with matches.
Into Darkness
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Into Darkness  M/Utah
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