Lacy
Burning
Copyright, Lacy
As the flesh peels away from my bones.
I sit and laugh.
My hair is burning down to the
roots, and yet i still laugh.
It hurts, but yet it makes me happy.
I laugh as i die.
My blood is boiling.
My viens are cooking.
I am burning, But i still laugh.
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