Friday

 Been here for hundreds of years

I’ve danced with fire till my eyes started to burn
I’ve loved a man with many, many sins
To the bottom of my heart, the bottom of my soul
Touch the weakness within, to be afraid of the light
The fire will burn your darkness if you don’t give in
Touch of a rain drop upon the skin, a light feather
Rub across your lips. Let us love once more, before
The Winter takes you and cracks your bones, before
The Sun steals you and eats your heart.
I’ve been here for hundreds of years
Hundreds of years        

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