Let the wind dry your hair
plan for your day at the beach
night on the town
dawn in the arms of another cold fool.
You will never know the damage done
the wave that washes you clean
just carries the wreckage to another plateau
You have made all of my sins come true
And yet all I regret
is never getting to kiss you good-bye.
You are the engine of destruction that never looks back
the dead air gasps
in the space left behind scattered like straws
from some broken bird’s nest
breathe deep of the ash and flaming wind.
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