You want to watch me
go down in flames?
Fool;
I would gladly burn for you.
It's you
in the end,
Who will be left with nothing
But ash.
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
conflagration.
You want to watch me
go down in flames?
Fool;
I would gladly burn for you.
It's you
in the end,
Who will be left with nothing
But ash.
