Today we made a pyre,
And we chose to build it higher.
So we gathered up the dead,
And all the things we never said,
And we threw them on the fire.
In time all shall expire.
Today we stoked our ashes,
And we moved like the ocean crashes,
But once the wind started blowing,
Our skeletons were showing,
And we lived in hot flashes,
When itches turned to scratches.
Today we burned a broken dream,
And we watched it as it screamed.
Then we listened to its death,
As it took one final breath,
And exhaled a plume of steam.
Splitting our soul at the seam.
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