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Jan 2016
In a well lit room...
slowly dancing,
heart burning,
mind racing:

"when there's a smoke, there's fire but I'm such a good liar"

The arsonist kept its distance, carving its fuel in silence.
But it wasn't enough to ignite a spark, yet it burned the diamonds.
No ashes but to combust, consumed by the hour: lost in a timeless horizon.
celestine
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celestine  Cisgender Female
(Cisgender Female)   
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