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Oct 2015
Dear Girl with fire in her name,

I'm in love with you and your most beautiful smile,
and it has become a need,
of mine,
to make you laugh so that I may see it again.
It's like a tic,
make her laugh,
make her laugh,
make her laugh.

And your eyes are green,
and brown,
and blue,
all the colours of the Earth,
and you're just as wild,
and volatile,
and free.

I want to play with the fire in your veins,
to feed the flames with every breath I have,
to feel your warmth always,
even though I'm certain it will **** me.

I want to be your moon,
your stars,
I want to be ****** into your orbit,
because you are as vibrant as the sun,
and just as unforgiving.

I want to play with your fire,
I'd give anything to get burnt,
so dear my darling,
let's burn the world down.

Love, sincerely, your pyromaniac.
Written by
Michaela McClane
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