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Burnt marshmallows
burnt
wood

soup/hot
cold soul

Boots in the backseat with all the trash
left lazy from the tired days/everyday
i'm burnt out

sun burnt birthdays 
we argued about the cooler (soul)

But you sang to me all of my favorite things
and I could have cried
if I wasn't so finally happy

I don't think I can tell you yet
But I'm burned in the brain

running on zero with more to come in the bottom of a coffee cup
or a bottle

you say you're not disappointed, but my defensiveness only lies sometimes

I gave them all of my kindness
now there's none left for me

like the smallest child at Madeline's table, no more bread, no more butter
but most of all
no love each other

they say a river is ever flowing, abundant- a giver
The Giver in gradeschool

I don't remember a thing; unsurprising

my river is dry
all the fish died
all the frogs abandoned me
my hopes and dreams dried up with it

cup is tin and full of holes
much like brain, soul, woes

woe is me, said after at all
and I do mean it all
all the time
every hour
every day
why d
why do that

they don't see me, they see a body
a cut out
a server 
energy matcher>my power
zerozerozero=you=infinitezero