Burn Poem by EC David
Burn
Tonight I see from point of views
Lachrymose figures in my eyes
Vanilla scent of something new
No longer are chains in my mind
There's something strange about the way I feel
I can't describe the look in my eyes
Shadows dancing on the walls
We're dressed in black from this candle light.
Movements made by emotions
Sacred touch felt upon my skin
Lanthanum is this kind of love
Beauty out, beauty within.
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