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I let the fire trace itself up the paper, breathed in the scent of things that disappear. I wasn't afraid & I wasn't in pain & that's a dangerous combination. I was desperate to feel as fire is desperate to burn.
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
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I let the fire trace itself up the paper, breathed in the scent of things that disappear. I wasn't afraid & I wasn't in pain & that's a dangerous combination. I was desperate to feel as fire is desperate to burn.
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
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