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Jul 2014
And while I sit here
near the fire
I wonder how the electric
movements of the flames
would feel on my
skin.
Captivating as it dances,
just drawing me in closer.
I guess it's good that I'm not alone right now.
But it's beautiful.
Not the flames,
but the thought of pain.
Milyan McKissack
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Milyan McKissack
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