that see me
ballerina
bleeding
what blood have you
that your man hands toil
fresher breaths from the mountain
find me here
above
and
below you
I
am
the bell rung
before the temple
awakes
who calls to me
midnight hours try to escape me
it's wine pressed through vengence
what have to to offer me
from
an
bottle
be it pulls
be it
your
next but
hit me with more than you
if that is no more to you than this
your palms are sweating
what have you brought me
that I could not see myself
why would I not ask you
tell me nothing
tell me nothing
your lies have
an
vibration
can you not feel the earth quake
whom your mind murders
in
the
hours

of
passion
turn to lava
from what
mountain
have you
climbed
once
an
for all

walking through the fire
the coals have all
been
eyes
from me
?



















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