1960s refugee

she's got the band 'round her head
petals in between the strands of hair
that dance across her sunburnt cheeks

there's a heat in her eyes
that wants to consume me
in the most infinite way

but oh how i would love to burn with her
and fall ash by ash
back into the time
where there was nothing but peace

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