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May 2015
I miss it's sensation.
Oh to be loved!
The burn, the addiction!
I search my soul,
To find my flame withered.
Withered like the flowers at your feet.
You asked me to try,
I willed myself and kindled a spark,
But I cannot ignite.
For I have felt the raging fury and passion of yours.
Another's arson will not do.
cassini
Written by
cassini  Australia
(Australia)   
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     ryn, Lexander J and Rapunzoll
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