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words can burn
cool and rot
like you and I

cities are torn in pieces
leave fields of graves behind
skyscrapers die in screaming
and lingering hesitating falls
	you and I have never time to shout
though we fall past all buildings
fall past all cities
fall past all words

our lips are burning
our promises cooling
our thoughts rotting
and we never smell the stench

"words break all walls"
mum told me before I even could see
she believed what she said
though she stood on the wrong side of it

I stood a life away
and had already began to rot
you stood a hand from me
already cold as a december kiss
just like the burning words
and the dying city around us