by yogi73   Oct 5, 2022

There is no telling
what I won't do
but oh the hell
you put me through.

Oh how my
heart can slide
to the place
where the sun don't rise.

Oh the fights
the love we made
and pray to gods
we find our way.

Oh how the
fire will prove
burn it down
or start anew.


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