Burn

Burn the blankets
Burn the books
Fan the flames
With nasty looks
And while you sit
And watch them cook
Just think about
How much it took
To trade me in
In worst of times
To think of every soul
But mine
To lead me here
To write this rhyme

March 30th, 2005

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