Choose your side and stand on the end, for there's nothing left here we can mend. This bridge needs to burn so let's take it down, I've laid both our fuses for us on the ground. Now strike your match and I'll strike mine too, so our flames can engulf what I've wanted to undo.
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I imagine this being chanted like a spell. At the lighting of the matches, I even feel like I am participating in a ritual.
Thank you for this.
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Yes it does actually. 😊 Thank you!! I’m glad you liked it!
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so many burn bridges…so many ashes of broken hearts….besos al vacío desde el vacío
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🖤🖤🖤
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I like this poem a lot! An invitation for co-destruction of a “bridge” rather than an opponent.
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Thank you!!! Yes… Sometimes ending something needs to be jointly done. Even if I have to end something, I don’t like ending things on bad terms.
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This seems like the best way to end a connection when it’s time!
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Yet it rarely ever happens that way 😦
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Very true. 😦
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