Fire In My Finger Tips
Fire at myself finger tips
water in my bones
my heart was once so innocent
now frozen are my lungs.
there’s fire in my finger tips
and sulfur in my blood.
my head told me.” Be vigilant.”
but I dove into the flood.
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