I we meet, and I dash across the room at his knock to open and feel the heat of his body engulf me like a blaze in my own galaxy. He runs...
Burn this house, Burn it blue
Sad one, Sad one Sad One,
Guitar, seeking fire, like a hunger motor
sings of the broken body,
I wear scarlet to his funeral, a beautiful floor-length affair with sleeves that flick the air like flames, a splash of red electricity. I...
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