May 2014
We fool with fire
I love how it turns to ash
It fills people with ire
I watch as they leave in a dash
A sick smile
Something beautiful missed
It is vile
We laugh as we kissed
I love how it turns to ash
It fills people with ire
I watch as they leave in a dash
A sick smile
Something beautiful missed
It is vile
We laugh as we kissed
Written by
Evan McClellan
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