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And what if I asked her the question?
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth

At night it crusts my eyes
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot