napalm.

You were the flames

That lapped at my skin

Melting flesh and bone

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But now I am the ash

Catching on every breeze

Clogging your lungs

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I will be the smudge

Of graphite on paper

After you have taken

An eraser to our story

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I will be the ghost

Sitting in the corner booth

Of the cafe we’d always visit

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The silhouette

Always in the corner

Of your eye

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I will be the shadow

Of the past that

Ruthlessly haunts you

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The memories that

Stick in your head

Like napalm

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I will be the blood

On your hands that

You scrub and scrub at

Never able to get clean of me