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Burn Me

Lisa Russell

Burn me with the rest of the witches

These friends know your meat

Drain my blood

Paint your bedroom walls

The killing jar

Has captured my heart

It collects lint in its pockets

I can’t find my way

Between the bodies you left here

It’s Armageddon

Baby, the sky is falling

But I have no where to sleep

And all their faces are mine.

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