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Don't touch those unless your fit for burning Little burn turns to a little learning Screams so loud they Shatter the top of this glass roof The shards do as they do They cut through the skin Time is nothing when the flame Turns on you A minute A second They rush around Twisting my head Like a tangled up night gown Freudian slip Through the thick sound What can you do with the flame?
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Flame
Don't touch those unless your fit for burning Little burn turns to a little learning Screams so loud they Shatter the top of this glass roof The shards do as they do They cut through the skin Time is nothing when the flame Turns on you A minute A second They rush around Twisting my head Like a tangled up night gown Freudian slip Through the thick sound What can you do with the flame?
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
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