STICKS:
fuel needed to start a fire
i only provided the sticks
matches needed to light the fire
i only provided the sticks
i lay the bones
that you discovered
just the remains of the common man
you turned into something much bigger than
no knowledge of what it is
yet no desire to understand it
i tried to keep it a pile of sticks
you provided the fuel, the match
making nothing, so differenct from what is
you can't blame me
for your hurt, your sorrow
it's ruined, your actions to blame
i feel no compassion, save for
thanks for a few new poems
for i only provided the sticks,
you the fuel and matches
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