Beauty’s synonym
Kryptonite’s rendition
The sly-footed fancy of men
I swore you were the wind
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But now you are the playlist of the past
The once upon a time
That came to an end
Not built to last
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The iceberg was there
So please forgive me
For refusing the indulgence
Of rearranging the deck chairs
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In such a societal disaster
The world turns spectator
So I must be aesthetic and diplomatic, yet firm
Because I know I’ll be judged on my form.
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No task force to clear the debris
So I’ll make a campfire of your letters
Share my stories and my Smore’s
The only time you’ve ever been filling
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This is the last time,
You’ll bring fire to my life.
It will be the last time,
Your lies will keep me warm.
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Ashley Kirtman 