I am so deeply sorry to the one
Forced to stitch together my readiness,
And while my breath turned to glass-
Or maybe it was ice?-
Either way
Your hands burn me to a crisp
Forest Fire
I am so deeply sorry to the one
Forced to stitch together my readiness,
And while my breath turned to glass-
Or maybe it was ice?-
Either way
Your hands burn me to a crisp
