Arson Eyes -

This is how I built a mountain with my failed attempts to love you

It became the color dust, and like a copper fox on rust, would hide too

I would murder hours, hands inside the Earth

Pulling perfect stones, who

When I begged them to convince you of their shape

Only seemed to refuse

Save all your effort that cannot be measured

Currently you’re just a man selling vapor

Arson eyes

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Made of paper

Arson eyes

See a world

Made of paper

Arson eyes

See a world

Made of paper

Arson eyes

See a world

Made of paper

Arson eyes

See a world

Made of paper

Arson eyes

See a world

Made of paper