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Aug 2014
Everytime we touched,
I felt a spark.
Eventually it grew to a flame
That destroyed me slowly.
Sparks ignite into flames, good or bad.
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
(Arkham Asylum)   
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