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Nov 2017
Fire burning brightly
Lulling me to sleep
Lapping my face with warmth
Beside you i feel safe
But fire, my dear friend, you have          
a dangerous streak
Heating to burning;
Comforting to disturbing

But right now you’re lulling me to sleep
i’m not watching you close enough to see
as you leap out at me.
Written by
Annie  21/F
(21/F)   
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