Whisper, winter, wannabe
& all that was, between you and me
Kiss. Kill. Incarcerate.
You think you're here?
You're too late!
You never stopped me
from losing control
& all along you knew
I could have it all.
All the boys & all the girls,
they'd all come to see
how far I'd come
& still I surprise, even the most sceptical ones.
Tippy toeing
across the coal that burnt your dreams
gathering the charcoal and dust
of something
that never really was.
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