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Feb 2018
She consumed everything in her path,
leaving nothing but charcoal in her wake.
Hey laugh was like lightning, quick yet beautiful.
Her touch was electric, She shocked any man she touched.
Her body was a wildfire, out of control.

I know... because she is me.
Written by
Lucy Mohr  17/F/Texas
(17/F/Texas)   
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