I split my cicada skin
And open my wings
Up
over your vein-ridden body
We paint the color of my insides on your skin
As they dance
to singing screams and firelight
Writhing
The beauty lays in hung
And open my wings
Up
over your vein-ridden body
We paint the color of my insides on your skin
As they dance
to singing screams and firelight
Writhing
The beauty lays in hung
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