Ignorant Affection Is Your Flame To My Water
I will smile gently this fragile morning
Even that is harsh and grinding
Gaping maw with too many teeth
Crooked and burning in this tension
Mirrored in the black fire underneath
The surface of my knowing gaze
You misunderstand, misread the whispers
Taking it as wanting tainted by youth
Scarred by the pain worn
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