Whatever I am I am

Whatever I’ll be I’ll be

The ocean and the surf

Cascading down on me



Whenever I write I bleed

Whatever I love I kill

To make it just my own

Upon the mantle still



Dripping down the bricks

Into the flaming ire

Whatever I am now burns

Into this winter fire

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