Through the smoke
I can still see you
Standing
On the other side

Your eyes ablaze
With the fire
Set upon the bridge
That now severs us

No chance to cross
As flames touch the night
The fear of being scarred
Ever fuels the heat, until

There is nothing but ashes
Burning embers
Absent confessions
Wafting away in the breeze

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