The art of being powerful,

Something I was born with

Painting the shadows dull

The blood is vivid.

Turn everything to gold

That is the power you hold

Burn everything that you touch

At one point, it’ll feel like too much.

The point where you can’t touch the one you love

The point where words just aren’t enough

The point where your own veins burn up.

Author: Ananyaa Mihir

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