Maybe even the
Blanketing darkness strove to
Protect you from you.
Maybe even the
Flames that licked your palm wanted
To open you up.
But then you spited
The darkness with a light and
It rained like fire.
– Meera
Protect You.
Maybe even the
Blanketing darkness strove to
Protect you from you.
Maybe even the
Flames that licked your palm wanted
To open you up.
But then you spited
The darkness with a light and
It rained like fire.
– Meera
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