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Apr 2014
This game is the equivalent to playing with
fire
Yet I laugh as we fall further into
this incandescent spiral.
Your hands
engulf me in flames
I scream.

Every part of me knows this will burn,
but like an oblivious child,
I still have not learned my lesson.
The embers lick at my skin and
searmyflesh
the sweetest inferno
ignites in my chest.
There's an absence of heat, yet my heart
ceases to stop this blistering pain.
The final sparks give way
and I'm left choking on smoke.
I cough
but my hands are
smeared
with ashes.
shy
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shy  lv
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