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Apr 2017
Arsonist!

Cold, you fanned flames into my stationary heart
Hover close, and don't move so quickly
I can't escape the realization that I need my scars
Leafing through the scattered ashes for a reason
Loving you through more than warm seasons
In event of disaster, scurry back to where you feel safe
Nevermind me, I am only here to
Garrison your defenses and save you from me

Fear what you don't know
I could never chase blizzards while I'm burning
Raiding fortresses with a simple stare
Every word, every machine, where your heart used to be
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)   
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