Dance, little lady.
Around the fire you shall.
Let the flames scorch
You anxieties and fears.
The ground below
Hungers for your weakness.
Your innocence.
Your tears.
Your guilt.
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Book of Sight: Volume I
PoetryI see my Books of Truth have been greatly accepted by the public. I have decided after a leave of absence to bring to you a new series of books. Please enjoy.
