No title to this sad song

I feel no warmth in your stay,

only light flames from your exhaust lead the way. 

The deadliest parts of you,

I hold high and mighty.

“Clearly it’s  not working out”

you tell me while I’m crying  

 

what’s wrong with me  

 

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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Dec 2018 22:42

very very nice even with just these few words, but In would love to hear it put to music.

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