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The back of the fire truck says "call to report arsonists." The 800 number is at the tips of my fingers.      But how can I report hands that sent flames licking up my thighs, kisses that left my lips scorched, smiles that ignited a roar deep in my stomach.      How can I report you for setting my world ablaze, my heart on fire...                                  And then leaving.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Arsonist
The back of the fire truck says "call to report arsonists." The 800 number is at the tips of my fingers.      But how can I report hands that sent flames licking up my thighs, kisses that left my lips scorched, smiles that ignited a roar deep in my stomach.      How can I report you for setting my world ablaze, my heart on fire...                                  And then leaving.
MelLittle
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
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