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Aug 2011
We have been doing this for a while now and I think it's getting out of control.

I'm the gasoline and you have the match. Eyes on you, are you going to ignite that fire.

Watch the flames, burn and then it's my turn.

I'll take the blame, take your match and lite the flame.



The heart beats still late at night....
Written by
Jordyn C Taylor
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