Empty Sparks Around Kurt's Spine

Blankets of light,
Twisting and falling,
Nevermind the night,
The sun, it is calling,
As flowers take flight,
In the rings around your teeth.

Blistering, yet,
A pain in your chest, but
You will not forget,
The scent of a chestnut,
Filled up to be set,
On the ground next to the bean.

Love in the air,
And needles in your arms,
Dirt in her hair,
So far from any harm,
And you don't have a care,
That you need to growl about it.

In utero's of red,
A force hard and beating,
And heaven in bed,
With immediate seating,
There's nothing you said,
That you need to be sorry for.

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