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 Jun 2017 huda
Collins
Fire
 Jun 2017 huda
Collins
There was a sparkle in her eye that would set my heart on fire,

Even though it burned, the blisters were worth the softness of her lips against mine.

But blisters burst

Open wounds fester

Flames turn to wildfire

Then all I could taste was smoke

And I begged for it to rain.

— The End —