Don Quixote

Frozen stairs, carpet in blood-redSeating goodbyes left unsaid, goodbyes left unsaidDespite our promises, here I am following your stepsI'm following your stepsDrop by dropAs your unchanging reality dampen my sleeveYou kissed them offThrough the fibers of my handkerchiefI am fireBurn those who dare to care for meAnd my fuel are memories, fuel are memories of youThey perish with the heat, perish with the heatSo I can move onFlower of ironShrivelled up to hide the imposter in me"Hey, why did you leave? Why did you leave?"Don't let those words out of meImposter's about to speakSo I chewed on 話梅

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why is she so short

"Why is she talking funny"-Fishmael