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her eyes were hot coals char marks marring my soul fiery black fists spitting golden embers too hot to touch to get too close to see the real her. - love is a raging inferno i can no longer help tame with your hand
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
her eyes
her eyes were hot coals char marks marring my soul fiery black fists spitting golden embers too hot to touch to get too close to see the real her. - love is a raging inferno i can no longer help tame with your hand
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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