anya le roux
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I'm not to die.
I am to live - you would not get it.
I've got accustomed to this pain -
The pins and needles in my brain.
My heart was washed away with rain -
It is still raining.
The problem was:
My talisman was left somewhere.
I was so desperate to die,
I had no strength to shout, to cry,
My death has kissed me passing by -
I am still here.
There is a light.
The light in me: there is a splendour over thee:
The blaze is burning all my pain, all my desire.
I've set the fire to your eyes,
To all your words, to all your ...