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Jan 2020
Fingers rushing down my neck
Roaring in me
Like the forest in flames
Watching me sleep
With eyes like houses on fire
I haven't buried her still
Please, free me from my skin
Cause I am on fire
Fingers rushing down my neck
As red changes to black
Written by
Victoria
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