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Over the smoke rises the broken and pale

Live the end from the start where it fell

Looks as if I am built up toe to finger tip

Able stretched bones collapse but never rip

Pleading lungs breathe thick air through the movement of sound

Slowly my embers hit the ground

Every fold is my breakdown





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