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Oct 2013
"...it's like playing with fire"
And what's wrong with playing with fire?
You forgot—I'm a pyromaniac.
I love the burn;
the smell of the singe;
the way it makes my cheeks flush
as it dances along my skin,
flickering in my eyes.

We took the safe way out,
and I'm freezing.
Sophia C
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