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*I Was Told Well, I was told, but who listens when a heart is on fire. I was warned but you turned me to ash, and I burnt so passionately in your arms. There’s a fiery madness here found in your silent words and I was warned your touch would freeze my heart in frost bitten sanity. But it doesn’t matter as this madness swallowed me whole and I need to know are you real; do you care? Or am I just the ash falling from your fingertips, like a smoking cigarette still burning in madness. Aztec Warrior/redzone 12.8.16*
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
I Was Told
*I Was Told Well, I was told, but who listens when a heart is on fire. I was warned but you turned me to ash, and I burnt so passionately in your arms. There’s a fiery madness here found in your silent words and I was warned your touch would freeze my heart in frost bitten sanity. But it doesn’t matter as this madness swallowed me whole and I need to know are you real; do you care? Or am I just the ash falling from your fingertips, like a smoking cigarette still burning in madness. Aztec Warrior/redzone 12.8.16*
.....thanks for reading.... music is "Madness" by Muse
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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