Ashes carried by winds choke me.
Hear the cries as flames rise.
A red sun burns above me.
I can't see the end yet.
The sky is far too hazy.
You
love me
fast, miss me
faster, I ran to
you, now running away takes
much longer. To get to you
There are degrees of missing you.
The sinews from my strewn out muscles lay the skeleton of my blanket,
remind me of my strength,
its fortitude when not forsaken.
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