• Lara Reis

Where the fire touched me

Where the fire touched me

The scar left couldn't be seen.

Nevertheless remains

The lavish burning seed.

It is warden inside my lungs,

Under my flaming word recoil.

My soul boils as fuel oil

Dripping in your skin.

I'll drag your flesh to deeper sin!


Where did you think I came from?

There is no bliss away from home.

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