I walk on fire,
and breathe in smoke—
all found in the depth of hell.From above they kill the flames,
but, you see, that is the thing about fire: it is always reassurected.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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I walk on fire,
and breathe in smoke—
all found in the depth of hell.From above they kill the flames,
but, you see, that is the thing about fire: it is always reassurected.