wrinkled and ashy the lessons now learned
buckled by heat and soggy with rescue
smelling the embers could practically cleanse you
Innocence crumbles within my grasp
the newness and wonder I thought would last
but now muddy memories stick to my shoes
spreading apart and coating the clues
At my feet lie the answers of why for the past
occluded with splinters and rubble and glass
Heat that can shatter and flames that explode
all tools to decipher this dastardly code.
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