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Jun 24
Play with fire,
Let it charcoal your skin,
Brush off your sparks,
Let's regret the touch of hope.

Play with fire,
Curious yet dangerous,
You'd think burning fingertips,
would be enough.

Playing with fire,
Incineration when I thought,
I was going through creation,
Left my skin dry as bark.

Played with fire,
Left my burnt trunks hollow,
Increased my suffering for tomorrow,
As these burns will never heal.

Foolish nature,
Desired so much to be light,
We forgot that radiation,
Can **** us on sight.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  26/Non-binary/England
(26/Non-binary/England)   
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