I broke my bones
into sticks
and stones
I let them
pile for
a fire
in the end left
to question,
a burning confession:
was it you
who lit
the match?
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I broke my bones
into sticks
and stones
I let them
pile for
a fire
in the end left
to question,
a burning confession:
was it you
who lit
the match?
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