indigostorm
Rain drops burn into liquid gold
Fire, endless fire
that rushes down from the skies
courses through my veins
it singes your name
into my damp skin
The single hollow pouring
of crimson brown yearning
lay deep within his eyes
in the color of his vice
he filled his glass
emptying his soul's thirst
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