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Dec 2020
Because when the fire comes
there is no
                  resurrection;
only demolition and decay.

If you are in its path
when the fire comes,
trust me.
There is no turning back.

   You must face the heat
that you think you seek.
   How long did you play?
   How long did you dance in the flames
   before you realized they too
would embrace
                You
And make a mockery of all those silly games..
Why is it so fun playing with fire? Seriously.
ardnaxela
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ardnaxela  28/F/USA
(28/F/USA)   
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