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Jul 2014
Eyes on fire, skipping through swarming streets
(I’m not scared).
The cacophony makes me breathe
Out the dust from my lungs.
What are these morphing molecules of madness
Annihilating my arteries with their acid?
You surrounded me with red-hot gasoline,
Lit candles on fire to make a star of me
Before making love.
Said the demons will pass on
To you,
To children,
If you entered me.
I set the rest of me on fire
(Did you a favor).
Placed my ashes between the balmy bricks of your home.
Turned my ashes into ashes.
Written by
Hanna Baleine  paris
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