Ash, still hot, sizzles in the rain.
Last kisses burned in lifeless form.
Drops like dagger carve my pain
Through granite chiseled by the storm.

Time dug our love into the soil,
Turned flower beds to salt and dust,
Told corporate lies of gold and oil
Whilst our hearts felt only rust.

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