you scorch my lungsyou are the liquid fire, surging through my veins and you char my soul and leave me gasping for breathyou scorch my lungs
I see every little lie you've ever b r e a t h e d pasted on billboards scribbled on benches
. . . etched into my skin
and forever will I hear the ghost of your voice calling my name and it echoes hollowly, through my very being
all of me is stuck on you, and I burn
White Rock
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My paintings are here [link]
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