Drain
Tender Tinder Tides the Turgid Flames
My heart Spills Over, My hearth Glows Red
Blood Billows Forth and I Have Finished
The Canvas Drips, Drenched in Life Lost
I am the Fountainhead, Soon to be Toss'd
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