Consumed

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Cold sweats keep me up

reminding me that 

something inside

won’t stop burning.

Ashes for thoughts,

are swept into the corners.

There’s no use for them

here anymore. 

No sleep.

I patiently wait for the

sun to invite itself in 

and tell me time is up.

Then I go through it

all over again.

The embers burn too slow

trapping me in your smoke

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