Incantation

It is because I write my

Soul into the future,

That is why I am pain.

That is why I am the last straw of happiness

Keeping the embers in a rebel heart,

burning.

I am the song from the body of a girl,

Dripping with oil &

Made to burn,

Because she dares eat love for herself.

The time of our lives is ended,

But we have only just begun.

So I write my tears on water,

And make them flow into tomorrow.

So when they wash ashore,

I’ll be found in the sands of time.

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