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Burn.
There's something about the taste.
Burn.
Something in that four lettered word.
Burn.
And something, I remember it...
Burn.

Blood and Bones and a shadow dress,
Phantom smiles,
Pointed fangs.
And wow wow wow what a beautiful mess.
An angel's mistake, a lovely stain,
With her hair on fire and her heart in chains.

Copper copper copper bright
Her eyes
There's fire in her eyes
It aches, it hurts, it bites.

Watch the flames dance along her fingertips,
Watch them lick at her lips.
Watch her,
Watch her,
Burn.

The End
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EchoOfInsanity You're currently reading the poem Burn, which was posted on Feb 2, 2012 by EchoOfInsanity.

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