WHEN WE KISS IT'S AS IF OUR LIPS DISPERSE INTO ASHES; I'VE TURNED INTO A BURNING BUILDING AND YOUR THE FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE OF MY BEING.
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Garden of Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that grow and twist themselves through my brain.
Ashes
WHEN WE KISS IT'S AS IF OUR LIPS DISPERSE INTO ASHES; I'VE TURNED INTO A BURNING BUILDING AND YOUR THE FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE OF MY BEING.
