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The Last Burn
December 26, 2025
I carried fire
in borrowed hands.
Thinking warmth
was worth the burn.
But some flames
were never mine to hold.
Even the wind won't wait
for a flame that won't rise.
If I'm the only one burning
I won't stay.
Because I owe myself
more than that.
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