The next time we meet, I may be someone else.
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Extra thick, light in weight.
Resourced to fit purpose.
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The next time we meet,
I may be a splint. Easy to light.
The next time we meet.
Would silence truly do us justice.
Learning to cope before given reason.
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Rounded off at the top, rough patterns felt between us both.
A spark that ignites the scrape of when I fell for you.
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We stood there because we knew how we felt, we never truly understood.
Collecting ourselves in abrupt fire. Only a fool would stand to wither completely.
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What else did we truly know but to extinguish ourselves in the same abrupt manner.
Breathing in each others essence. Stained in soot.
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We lived in sulfur, sliming down in the same instance.
 Lighting myself before becoming contagious.
I thought this way because it was all I'd ever know