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Mar 18
I'll burn for this.
It may not be today,
or tomorrow,
or twenty years from now
but,
trust me.
One day I'll burn.
I'll burn.

Through the flames
I'll gaze
into the tear-brimmed eyes
of everyone who's ever loved me.

They'll be waving
and crying,
but they'll be smiling too,
because they knew.
They all knew.
They always knew.
I never fooled any of them.
Not a single
******* one.

Honestly,
I never even fooled
myself.

Destined for the ashtray.
A charred, black fate.
Fuel for the Lord of the pit,
hotdog on a stick
bobbing and rotating
above my head.





That smells so good..
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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