Your heart's on fire
Your body's burning
Smoke rising from your lips
And your hips
And your head
And a whirlwind envelopes
What remains of your soul
And I don't even care
That you won't come out whole
Because the fragments mean more for you, I know
And I want to know more, I don't care that you know
How much I want to know
I want the world inside my head
To erupt out again
When I'm to be dead
And everyone will see
All the colours erupting
Chaotically
The floodgates leave quite an impression, I hope
Just know that they're there when I start to mope
Whatever it is, it might just work
It might collapse
And with it my smirk
But it might just go fine
I hope
In time
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