lanterns in a state of decay
flame-light wisps are killing trees
Doomed our lovers to the shadows at our feet. Just a ghost in my house. A patch-work case, I'm patch-working on it. An off-balance duet, don't mind my two left feet. Looking through windows. Daylight casts a shadow. I'm bad at both the waking, and the sleeping, headspace home. Come and bear these fangs and we'll unleash them, tear tracks red. This is not the language I speak, no not by design. Every day starts a new season, but baby I'm still on the last episode (season finale). Summer at night, morning in winter, eclipse like collision across the sky. Blame all the fires for their nature, it's human nature. Watching forest, exhaling leaves. I'm honest, but my flame-light wisps are killing trees.
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