inhale by Indigo TempestaFight with metal things
In eyes In vitriolic twisting tumors
My legs turning inside out I almost cry
Burning holes in tongues scathing tongues
Oh I see it floating
She wants to burn
She wants to burn
She wants to burn
I put it out I deprive her
I put out my spark despite how it dances 10/21/2002 Posted on 10/22/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/15/08 at 07:39 PM indigo, this is lovely. "She wants to burn I put it out I deprive her I put out my spark despite how it dances." this might be about a cigarette, but it says so much more!
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