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Nov 2014
you are the flame in the fireplace that I crouch by
that melts me into the floors and boils my bones
who makes my mouth water
and my lungs cry

you are the breeze that blows my hair around
that constantly whips at my clothes
who pulls the hairs on the back of my neck straight
and crawls down my spine

you are the monster who's got a hold on my heart
that's soft lips burn marks into my skin
who takes everything he wants
and isn't refused once.
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