| carrying a torch |
| can you see me standing on the far bank with the torch in my hand and regret in my eyes through the flickering light and billowing smoke and the times and events that will never be shared were you crossing to me when i stepped on the shore and reflexively touched my flame to the rail are there burns on your face as there is soot on mine do you feel the heat of things coming undone can you see me standing before i turn away carrying a torch and ash in my eyes |
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