My tiny spark wasn’t enough to keep you warm, and you snuffed me out. Spark became smoke, and smoke turned to flame. Flame became fire, roaring and spreading among the trees. Now, do you dare ***** me out? You belittled my spark, and are now in love with my heat. Come, warm your fingers next to me and I’ll burn you like paper at 451 degrees
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
My tiny spark wasn’t enough to keep you warm, and you snuffed me out. Spark became smoke, and smoke turned to flame. Flame became fire, roaring and spreading among the trees. Now, do you dare ***** me out? You belittled my spark, and are now in love with my heat. Come, warm your fingers next to me and I’ll burn you like paper at 451 degrees
-WF (Before Indigo)
May 17, 2015 6:06 pm
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