Wish I had written
All poetry on paper
Then I'd have set it
Ablaze, see it burn
Hundreds of pages
Fanned by the wind
Embers flying up
Ashes falling down
All lost and wiped
From face of earth
There'd be nothing
Left for me to grasp
And soul trapped
Within a rib cage
Would finally fly
And never return
All poetry on paper
Then I'd have set it
Ablaze, see it burn
Hundreds of pages
Fanned by the wind
Embers flying up
Ashes falling down
All lost and wiped
From face of earth
There'd be nothing
Left for me to grasp
And soul trapped
Within a rib cage
Would finally fly
And never return
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