madeliene,
should our story end
with this aftermath music,
my broken french?
heal her,
if you can
pray the lions aren't waiting,
take her hand.
i want to be brave,
i want to be brave,
but the night goes up in flames
the courage we need,
a fury to tame this madness,
this madness,
this madness....
and no more will i count the dead,
bending, gathering words he should've said
and night falls and scrapes its knees,
we watch the houses on fire,
and she says to me,
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