Remorse of the Wrecking Ball by Steve Sibra

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Let the wind dry your hair

plan for your day at the beach

night on the town

dawn in the arms of another cold fool.

You will never know the damage done

the wave that washes you clean

just carries the wreckage to another plateau

You have made all of my sins come true

And yet all I regret

is never getting to kiss you good-bye.

You are the engine of destruction that never looks back

the dead air gasps

in the space left behind scattered like straws

from some broken bird’s nest

breathe deep of the ash and flaming wind.

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