Burn to the ground
Your words set at naught,
feelings in my tongue,
ashes in my mouth.
Any time burning me alive,
while you see my better face,
really smiling around a mouthful of ashes.
Smile smelled of grimace.
Smiles that smell like a trap,
of death and sadly deception.
Your words set at naught,
feelings in my tongue,
ashes in my mouth.
Any time burning me alive,
while you see my better face,
really smiling around a mouthful of ashes.
Smile smelled of grimace.
Smiles that smell like a trap,
of death and sadly deception.
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