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Papier-mâché people set on fire
Stabbing the rigid billowing smoke & fumes from birth.
clasped in dance from a dream song,
in sands surrounding my sacrifice,
in cheers of death churning in the air.
my decisions tear me apart matador.
this red is my religion.
my fall was designed
or for you to die.
clasped in dance from a dream song,
in sands surrounding my sacrifice,
in cheers of death churning in the air.
my decisions tear me apart matador.
this red is my religion.
my fall was designed
or for you to die.
Published 27th Apr 2019
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