My friend sits
By a lamp
Battered
By velvet moths
Soft panting moths
Crying to die
Aching to lie
In Fire's embrace
Oh stop!
That kiss
Those scarlet lips
The devouring deep
Burns your wings
Steals from you flight
In heated hunger
And burning spite
MC
By a lamp
Battered
By velvet moths
Soft panting moths
Crying to die
Aching to lie
In Fire's embrace
Oh stop!
That kiss
Those scarlet lips
The devouring deep
Burns your wings
Steals from you flight
In heated hunger
And burning spite
MC
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