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Dec 2016
once my body was on fire
i could burn down anything in my way
the way through the forest was not my concern
only that what I burned down you would never forget
i looked at the hair on my arms
and where they once stood on end because of you
they now lay quietly asking why I set fire to your pride
everything that ran away begged you to come
but still you stood your ground
you thought the way to live was to die like that
at least you knew that what I wanted was worth it
you were too beautiful to live without pain
it was the only way to know you were real
and it was me who decided to tell you
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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