we are
a highway kiss
away from madness —
tonight, you burn
what's left of my breaths
and i stay and sit
and hold the matches
to this roadside fire
in total awe, darling
like an angel after his fall.
some things, too raw to die for heresy —
some things, too raw to be an anomaly.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
we are
a highway kiss
away from madness —
tonight, you burn
what's left of my breaths
and i stay and sit
and hold the matches
to this roadside fire
in total awe, darling
like an angel after his fall.
some things, too raw to die for heresy —
some things, too raw to be an anomaly.
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