Burning

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Burning under the weight of a sunless sky

Light hits my skin and flames begin

My head pulsates from the preasure

My world spins

Up is down and down is up

Pain runs through my body

I start to burn under this sunless sky

Some one needs to bury me

Or carry me

To my safe surrounding of a pitch black sky

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