Dozing by the campfire
I could almost see her in the flames
A white knife, swallowed
And I wish it were her
Cutting me up from the inside
Someone passes me a beer
Someone tells a dirty joke
She's out of town for the week
And I wish it were her
Laughing next to me
A marshmallow falls in
And blackens on the embers
It smells like caramel
As it bubbles into ash
And so help me god
I wish it were her
Burning
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