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*She's the slow sort of lover, The kindle stiking the blaze. She burns like hot coals; melding Skin with skin like molten metals. This wildfire will not be tamed; Will not bend to any whim. She grows ever stronger with The passing summer wind.*

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Written by

miranda-santoro

25 / F / American

For You?

Written by

miranda-santoro

25 / F / American

Published

Jun 16, 2017

Time

1m

Tags: #lioness #new #sad #happy #depression #minimalistic #minimalist #short

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