Another day.
Another way.
Another path to take.
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You caught fire,
And burned me one more time.
Just like all the times before
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And now you turn to smoke.
Another whisp
I try so desperately to cling to.
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As I drown in this river of smoke;
All the memories I cannot forget.
Searching for something to hold onto.
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Another failed day.
Another failed way.
One less path to take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem