I’m dreaming
of a bellyful of fire,
I’ve been dead
for so long.
Smoke
on the horizon,
but no smolder
in my soul.
She walks with matches.
I’m dreaming
of a bellyful of fire,
I’ve been dead
for so long.
Smoke
on the horizon,
but no smolder
in my soul.
She walks with matches.
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