You struck a match
Against my ribs,
Saw the flames
Lick the blue
Of my eyes.
Now all that's left to do
Is watch me burn.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
You struck a match
Against my ribs,
Saw the flames
Lick the blue
Of my eyes.
Now all that's left to do
Is watch me burn.
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