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Jul 2014
your eyes were gasoline,
         pouring over my body.
your fingers were matches,
         unlit but dangerous.
i craved the risk of your touch,
         the matches, the gasoline.
until you decided to set fire to me,
         no words like water, you just left me burn.
Perrie C
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Perrie C
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     Tajia Williams and david jm
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