Self-Immolation
I burn all who touch me
The hands that reach for me,
Recoil, charred flesh
Smoking from the corona
Surrounding me.
I am a pyre,
burning into the night,
a mark of mourning
for the one who was once there.
I burn all who touch me
The hands that reach for me,
Recoil, charred flesh
Smoking from the corona
Surrounding me.
I am a pyre,
burning into the night,
a mark of mourning
for the one who was once there.
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