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Apr 2014
My thoughts turn to him,
As an audience to a fire.
Holding hope that things will be okay,
Yet knowing, through the perils of hope,
That no one will survive.
Oh! But there is such beauty in the destruction.
To burn away the skin,
And see the heart.
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(I am addicted to your dangerousness).
WCA
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