A stain of fire
There on your clothes
You weren’t looking up
The air felt heavy
And your kiss wasn’t smooth
It felt wrong
But your words said otherwise
You told me to be at ease
You put your hand on my heart
You had something to say
But your mouth was a tomb
A graveyard full of bodies
Waiting on telling me your past
But your gates were strong
And your keeper was wise.
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