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the soil of me
the wind picks up
carries me away
like a leaf being ripped away
no longer am i rooted
the anger that flows thru
fall brings colors
of fire red
brings the fire out in me
fire red
i cant explain why am i this way
fire red
i hear you name
my insides go into a frenzy
fire red
the blood rush
i feel as if i have been crushed
no longer does your touch console me...?
No it infuriates me
fire red
no longer can i be touched
far above
i am drifting
in the wind
it carries me
in the boiling
blood rush
i'm left
fire red
burnt out now
i'm left brown
wilted on the ground
waiting to be crushed
waiting to return to
the ground beneath me
waiting to return to the soil of me
