You burn,
Your flames rise more,
Offering them warmth,
You burn and burn,
Their wooden throats,
And their cold inners,
Now only love it when you're scorching hot.
So you burn and...
you burn,
They are surely pleased.
But the more you burn,
The easier they become cold,
And the quicker you cease,
To smoke.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
You burn,
Your flames rise more,
Offering them warmth,
You burn and burn,
Their wooden throats,
And their cold inners,
Now only love it when you're scorching hot.
So you burn and...
you burn,
They are surely pleased.
But the more you burn,
The easier they become cold,
And the quicker you cease,
To smoke.
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