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Jul 2013
Embers on my eyelashes.
Eyes white hot.
I am a fury.
I am flame.
My veins course petrol.
My arms are matchsticks.
Smoke is my breath.
I leave ashes in my wake.
And your skin is paper.
Tinder.
Ella Snyder
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Ella Snyder
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   Deborah Lin
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