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Apr 2014
The spark glows in my eyes,
I have to play with fire,
I live for the heat that warms my soul,
The hiss sounds to me like a choir,
The flame itself is no wonder,
But in my mind it's divine,
My burned flesh melts into tears,
What we share now is only time.
Written by
Matthew Mefford  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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