I let the flames burn, and I taste the morning.
I let the smoke rise, and it joins the taste of the morning.
I let the heat cook through my skin, the saturation reach its peak, and now I taste the morning.
The tangibly sweet anguish of an evening well spent is on my lips, down my throat, throughout my being...
I let the spark ignite,
and so I must taste the morning.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
I let the flames burn, and I taste the morning.
I let the smoke rise, and it joins the taste of the morning.
I let the heat cook through my skin, the saturation reach its peak, and now I taste the morning.
The tangibly sweet anguish of an evening well spent is on my lips, down my throat, throughout my being...
I let the spark ignite,
and so I must taste the morning.
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