frozen in between a name,
the sun beating down with its final words,
the light on my back, the heat of the blaze,
i spent all last year floating along,
wondering where that current ran,
the one that pushed you to another home,
the heart that pulled you to another man,
i spent all my weekends dying in fashion,
living off lipstick, feeding on attention,
the choking down and the daily seizures,
waiting for the final ignition,
i spent my last days burning slowly,
casting my salted wishes aside,
i will not run down these circles again;
i will follow the will of the rising tide.
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