Ashes
Burning
Turning
The ashes
Slashes
Across my brain
I’m called insane
The fires burn up there
The ashes fall down here
They cover
the land, we discover
Them as they fall
Piles too tall
To climb to freedom
We proceed them
But they must stem
From the sky
Is that where we will go when we die?
Will we fly
Like our ashes?
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