When ember fingers linger near
And braise a child's skin,
You are quiet, still,
It burns until,
You become the sinner's sin .
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
When ember fingers linger near
And braise a child's skin,
You are quiet, still,
It burns until,
You become the sinner's sin .
I didn't sleep beside you again.
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