The Slow Burn

on

Young one I’m done,
we had a quick run
where I a thing yours
must supply your fun.

Know that this soul
has been through hell.
Should be some meat
of gossip you’ll tell.

You see I’ve seen a
torrent of pain in rain
that not of lies you
supply can make stain.

I’m burning away and
one day you’ll know
we are all dieing and
my tears don’t show.

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