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Seared Lungs Sing Sweeter

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Seared lungs sing sweeter,
so burn, baby, burn.
I'm a child of fire.
I yearn, how I yearn!

Don't give me flowers;
I crave gasoline.
Charm has no powers
over this machine.

My bones are matchsticks -
let's turn up the light.
It's time to transfix,
watch me spark the night.

So come, let us burn,
with no time for prayer.
We'll burn, baby, burn
with ecstatic flare.

Let us die tonight,
die a thousand deaths.
While we're burning bright
smoke will be our breaths.

Come, set a fire,
a blazing nocturne,
here in my bier,
and we'll burn, burn, burn
upon a pyre
of deep desire,
glowing like phosphor
in sweetest rapture.

Lover, come closer,
I promise you'll learn
seared lungs sing sweeter,
so burn, baby, burn.
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Mostly a font edit but it looks so much better.
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rainismysunshine's avatar
this is pretty good, and well displayed too