Angels of FireOut west, fire swallows an ever-widening circle of forest tonight, as a wish kissed on a coin and cast in a fountain will repeat itself, grow larger over water's silver surface. On TV, a reporter stands in the fluttery glow. It spills into our room, stains your pale skin infernal, lovely as any good sin or the monarch butterflies one June which set the sky alight, the hushed applause of their delicate wings dusting our breath with gold.Angels of Fire
It was the last summer we possessed the shapes of boys, which is no shape, really, and we'd run, shirtless, beneath acres of sheltering
Reflection
Hi
I had wanted to join...
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Take me away~
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