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Lines on my face reflect autumn trees

Branches are stripped; time can be so unkind

As this sunset fades, into western skies

Resin of death sealing everything

Such is my fate, a funeral pyre

Ashes of youth

My heart’s full

Elated

Shakes my frame,

So fragile and ill

You love-fool

It’s weighing heavy on you

Knowing you’ll lose it all

... Knowing I’ll soon be gone

Why did you have to wait all these years?

Time had me grieving through these rising tides