Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.
I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.
I bloom where I burn.


Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.
I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.
I bloom where I burn.

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