Feb 2017
You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes
Puffing
Lost desires.
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes
Puffing
Lost desires.
To burn, to shine, to flicker, to die.
(18/Cisgender Female/England)
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