I can still smell the smoke
From the last wildfire
Still see the bones
Of the homes that it burned
My lungs are still healing
My throat is still scorched
By love unrequited
A flame uncontrolled
My hands are still blistered
I know where this goes
So I am not touching that
With a ten foot pole
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
I can still smell the smoke
From the last wildfire
Still see the bones
Of the homes that it burned
My lungs are still healing
My throat is still scorched
By love unrequited
A flame uncontrolled
My hands are still blistered
I know where this goes
So I am not touching that
With a ten foot pole
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