Spitting words of ash,
Burning my tongue on the decline,
Searing
The way you left me,
To set myself on fire,
Like a constellation,
Guiding you down the wrong path
When I am spread against the wind,
Maybe then you'll realize the heat of everything I did,
Maybe you'll understand why it engulfed me,
How I was consumed,
By your flames
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