Blu's Tables

COLT

My clothes still smell like smoke
Your name's still in my throat
But the glow ain't worth the burn that loving leaves

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When fire meets gasoline
Lights you up quick but you can't control the heat
It burns bright but damn you lose everything
We only ever end up ashes on the breeze