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I played with fire once; Ashes on my lips, Singes on my back, And I'm still burning I'm a whirl of smoke; Waiting for your flame, Hovering above, The match that you are.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
DEAD FIRE AND A BLACK STAR
I played with fire once; Ashes on my lips, Singes on my back, And I'm still burning I'm a whirl of smoke; Waiting for your flame, Hovering above, The match that you are.
The picture is that her being the match and me being the smoke (with a dead fire) & when you put a fire above a match with a whirling smoke, it lights up. Yes it's a euphemism for ***
#fire#smoke#burn#flame#match#ash
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
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