Campfire Smoke

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It burns my throat
Like campfire smoke,

When I start thinking about you.

Everything seems to burn away
Everyone says stay away from the fire.
Fire burns.

Like my memory of you.
A kiss that never happened,
A flower that never bloomed.

I erase the thoughts of me being with you.
Because you will soon erase yourself into a new reality.

And leave me holding the pencil
And rewrite selfish thought of how I wish there was you and me

A us
And watch it burn in the fire

And blow away with the campfire smoke.

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