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All the Love You Had for Me

Right now I consider all of the things I'm ashamed of
My faults are not so numerous as some
You are the one who burned us
Joan of Arc, the city of Chicago, Alexandria's Library
Famous burning, famous fires
This is not famous. This is not 'great'
All the love you had for me smoldered and burned
Reduced to ashes by hate.
Poem by KrisLogic