Things lost in the fire

deerbefore we had this bridge

I could walk however so bravely to the other shore

take fruits and found objects and be home before the dark

but when the fire raged our bridge stood between the flames

I want old pictures, oils, and a gifted musical devise

maybe I have use for them

my desire must be curved

my mouth shall not shout out the flames

it cannot

for it is by now old

those were just things along with you

i’ve lost in the fire

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