The Fire I Started
I found your shadow
stitched into my skin
A quite sin I can’t confess
Like it knows
what I’m trying to hide
The truth?
I bury inside
Just like,
Every scar beneath my skin
Knows the storms I carry
Standing in between the ashes
Of the fire I started.
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