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Oct 2019
If I could set you on fire with the flames that fly off my tongue I would
But I think you'd like it too much.
Quite the ******* I've found.

My hatred for you,
A never ending pit of hell.
Sparked from agony and knowing
You've never wished me well.

The devil tries to hide behind your eyes,
But you can see him when you smile.
I'll never trust you again.
Chelsea Rae
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