Candle
My white lace bra screams innocence that my hips betray, Covering how soft my skin really is.
I can't tell if the world is spinning from the alcohol or my anxiety, and I wonder if you can taste the desperation on my lips.
So eager for the warmth that your fingers bring, that I don't notice the burns and ash they leave behind.
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