*Last Lines Post*
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You told me to light you a fire in the rain,
Said to blow the embers and the flames will grow.
Then let me struggle as you walked away,
Knowing the forecast was all showers.
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I’m still kneeling in a puddle, hair sticking to my cheeks
Rubbing two drowned sticks together,
Hoping their corpses can spark new life.
Still trying to please you and your expectations
When you haven’t even bothered to come back.
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But when you do, I promise, all you’ll find is
The ashes of the daughter you abandoned in the rain.
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-The Splintered Pencil
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Been a rough week, decided to try a shorter post. Sorry.
The Splintered Pencil 