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You are my girdle of thorns;
every move I make
leaves me bleeding,
dropping pieces of my singed spirit
anywhere I run.
You are the coals beneath my feet
I cannot escape from the burn of you,
my sun.
every move I make
leaves me bleeding,
dropping pieces of my singed spirit
anywhere I run.
You are the coals beneath my feet
I cannot escape from the burn of you,
my sun.
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This is lovely..i love the phrase "singed spirit"