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When you ask me that question. When your eyes plead for me to say something. When you want a little lie or concession, just a little splash of cool water to squelch the flame. *I stare back. Empty. Black.* I can't lie. Despite the hurt, this controlled burn of low ground foliage and scrub trees, will, eventually, make way for the life strong enough to last. I wont let that volatile fuel build up until it chokes out those beautiful sentinels just beginning to grow. And even the smallest spark unleashes a fire that wont stop until every branch and beast crumbles ashy into the breeze. Dead. I take a deep breath. I got nothing to say. I'm just gonna fiddle my fingers, watch you squirm and let you figure it out as it quietly burns. *A little bit of pain never hurt anybody, if you know what I mean.*
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Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
let it burn
When you ask me that question. When your eyes plead for me to say something. When you want a little lie or concession, just a little splash of cool water to squelch the flame. *I stare back. Empty. Black.* I can't lie. Despite the hurt, this controlled burn of low ground foliage and scrub trees, will, eventually, make way for the life strong enough to last. I wont let that volatile fuel build up until it chokes out those beautiful sentinels just beginning to grow. And even the smallest spark unleashes a fire that wont stop until every branch and beast crumbles ashy into the breeze. Dead. I take a deep breath. I got nothing to say. I'm just gonna fiddle my fingers, watch you squirm and let you figure it out as it quietly burns. *A little bit of pain never hurt anybody, if you know what I mean.*
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Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
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