My skin caught on fire at the (hate)
My skin caught on fire at the
Death of
love;
It was your firesparkenergy
You gave that was to last me until the end of
Time,
Not this(it down,
i must,
consumedburningdec in
a y
g,
mere ash
and i must ask do You feel fire still
innocent
?)
My skin caught fire at the
Harsh notes we struck,
No longer dancing upon piano keys,
Sp
i R
a
L
l
i n
g
with ha te towards the crescendo,
s
You killer of the nightdaymo rning
(u,
nderstanding that fuel can run dry,
as fingertips raking through the skies to the
Stars
dry from tears).
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