may your art be the drop
tracing bitter streamways
over your pallid pretty face
may fate drag you down
down way down
lighting up candle spells
the flame witch learns in hell
put your fluttering red dress on
praise the fire
slow waltz with your pain
sing, smile and wave
to the crackling sounds
of your peaceful forest burning away
02 jan. 20
seu blog é pura poesia <3
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