my skin still reeks of smoke and
my feet still burn from roaming bare foot through the flames and hot cement and
the smell of charring wood and flesh still comes and goes but
when i close my eyes
all i see is fire
my skin still reeks of smoke and
my feet still burn from roaming bare foot through the flames and hot cement and
the smell of charring wood and flesh still comes and goes but
when i close my eyes
all i see is fire