My arms are made of nettles
And olive branches
She said,
Watching flames lick her toes
Dancing yellow and orange
Her skin turning to coal
She cried,
But she liked it
It only reminded her
she was tougher than she thought
And olive branches
She said,
Watching flames lick her toes
Dancing yellow and orange
Her skin turning to coal
She cried,
But she liked it
It only reminded her
she was tougher than she thought
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