all these things
come your way
I'm burning now
what I needed
is what I thought
falling over me
red silver dust
must be divine
this thing that's mine
hot and cold
water and fire
give me wings again
I'm going out, going out for a night
do I feel fear?
it stabs away at the sides of my head
mirrors that are splintered
it's love, a mask, breathe
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