Inspired by the song Outside by Staind
Sparks white-hot nestled in embers Your eyes curtain-off the flames Ice cold as late-December Turn up the heat to play your games Push me harder for rent, honey Your heart, I thought a home To a skeleton, everywhere is sunny And today I mean to pick a bone Fury tempered towards open grievance Flaws obscured brought into light What you took we're not close to even Look into mirrors for a sorry sight As I stand, bucket in hand, The flames of our home spurred by wind
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