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you left in the mist

 of the smoke

 of the fire

 from the bridge that you burned

foggy, it grew

I was left in the thought that the vapor would diminish 

and your whispers would turn to screams 

telling me that you love me 

and that this was all a dream

but thats a wish that could never be granted 

because you're gone and theres nothing I can do


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