Eyes bloody with salt
fire words now judged ice cold
as shadows roll in.
Picking up a dented heart
ink kissing paper again.
Eyes bloody with salt
fire words now judged ice cold
as shadows roll in.
Picking up a dented heart
ink kissing paper again.
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