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A match's sole purpose is to Burn out. Anything else, and they're simply a Waste of Space. It starts in the head, And in one quick motion, Flames. It moves fast, Consuming the entire match. Shriveled. Black. Charcoal is all that remains.
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Match Girl
A match's sole purpose is to Burn out. Anything else, and they're simply a Waste of Space. It starts in the head, And in one quick motion, Flames. It moves fast, Consuming the entire match. Shriveled. Black. Charcoal is all that remains.
AnonymousSpectacles
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
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