Burned my lives like morning toast.
All of them I know.
Recreated; fast each form.
This one I'll burn slow.
There's a need to view it all:
A chance for butter knife.
I've a need to walk this time:
Need to walk this life.
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My past lives were amazing.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/need-to-walk-this-life/
