my hair would erupt in flames,
my eyes would glow with fire,
and smoke would pour from my mouth as i scream.
my heart blackens from the heat;
my blood boils.
it's been kept under my skin for too long now.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
