I want to hear your words
crash into my yielding ears,
and thrum my cold, damp skin;
I want to touch the sparks
and know what it feels like
to be inside your exploding form,
I want to stand in the fire
and be burned down to dust,
and feel your anger rise,
as I feel and fill myself,
with mine.
crash into my yielding ears,
and thrum my cold, damp skin;
I want to touch the sparks
and know what it feels like
to be inside your exploding form,
I want to stand in the fire
and be burned down to dust,
and feel your anger rise,
as I feel and fill myself,
with mine.
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