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Nov 2018
the way you talk
the way you walk
the way my heart
skips a beat
every **** time
you get too close.
don’t get too close.
you are the dream I never
wanna wake up from,
the wildfire in my dried out veins,
the reason
why I bite my lips crimson.
you are my air
and it feels like breathing fire.
Fire
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Fire  21/F
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     Ann, Manuel Hutchinson and underestimated
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