it's a dance
of a romance
DIVINE.
in a room
with broken glass floors
and stained red walls
they spin
with dried flowers in her hair
and burnt out candles
releasing smoke in the air
her hair is a mess
and her clothes, they carry a smell
she's dirty, bathed in murky water
she's beautiful
to Him.
she twirls out
touching the crimson dripping from the
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