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Nov 2015
She was beautiful
She was the fire
She kept me warm until I got too close
She made me hot
And then she burned me
She was the reason all I am now
Is bitter remains and ashes

She was beautiful
She was the flood
She bathed me and made me pure
She made me clean
And then she swept me away
She is the reason all I am now
Is a drowning dying man
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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