it’s true that I burnt down Rome for you. yes I fought myself and then bleed. bleed onto the paper but now the ink

it’s true that I burnt down Rome for you.
yes I fought myself and then bleed. bleed onto the paper but now the ink

it’s true that I burnt down Rome for you.

yes I fought myself and then bleed. bleed onto the paper but now the ink is invisible. scratches, scars, stitches, there was beauty in chaos. it was pretty of a war. it’s enchanting still. yes we only have the ashes now, memories, lost into stolen universes. everyone says that we are broken pieces, into pieces, swallowed in wind, drowned, but I remember you, I live you. matching tattoos, fiery feeling in the ink in every second, how convenient, but even, there is a beauty in what we have in the moment.

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