each night I set fire to your skin
the torch thrown over the battlefield
ritual sacrifice, a cleanse
to enter the next fray a clean slate
you wake in the morning
and shake the ash from your hair
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
each night I set fire to your skin
the torch thrown over the battlefield
ritual sacrifice, a cleanse
to enter the next fray a clean slate
you wake in the morning
and shake the ash from your hair
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