Raging Fires

If it’s Hell you’re giving me,
I don’t mind to ease your raging fires
and burn my lips kissing them back to sleep. I’ll wake over them, treat them as the only light that could ever guide us back to the gates where we departed.
I’ll find you in the smoke before it could ever burn you too.

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