Seeing Red
You, the fire, immersed in burning it all
with the heat of a blue-white flame
aimed at my good intentions.
There was no comfort there.
Where love was sought
I found wolves at the door.
You, the fire, immersed in burning it all
with the heat of a blue-white flame
aimed at my good intentions.
There was no comfort there.
Where love was sought
I found wolves at the door.
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