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Bleeding Fire

Tears of fire scorching flesh As I browse about my gloomy tomb Midnight plucked to seize my rest Bleeding wombs and nursing wounds How mundane my flowered grave Colors fade to black and grey Shadowed stars of moons enslaved As I recall it here today How quickly I’ve decayed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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