• cleomoon 10w

    Always more

    I am a quiet fire
    And the smoke I
    Only makes me
    See I've dissolved
    A thousand times
    And each renewal of sights
    My desires are reborn
    But still my foot dangles
    On that edge
    And if the fire
    Bears too much upon
    My gentle soul
    There is the assurance
    Of cliffs that offer
    Relief or death