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Aug 2013
i used to play with
fire,
but feeble burns did not
scare
me, so i moved to
metal,
but the scars were not
enough
so now i flirt with
death
and drink her
poison
because i watch you
help
yourself to it every
night.
Jessica Saunders
Written by
Jessica Saunders
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