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Scorched alive, I’m dead
Left here, by Summer’s stead
It bakes me like oven bread
Now, I write poems with pencil lead
I write because of this degree
It’s slowly cooking me
Come closer and you will see,
This dying vampy
Left here, by Summer’s stead
It bakes me like oven bread
Now, I write poems with pencil lead
I write because of this degree
It’s slowly cooking me
Come closer and you will see,
This dying vampy