the flames lick
up your past
up your future
up your ass.
The night sky sparks
shredded remains of ambitions which have met their fate
long before their expiry date.
Don’t tell me they’ll rest in peace cuz
I’m holding the torch so I know all they’ll do is
rest in pieces.
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