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I am not a liar. I articulate The rough truths They all deny. So believe me as I faithfully declare; I am an arsonist. Ecstatic moments burn Just as much As violent ones. Births and Deaths Both leave flames Behind. But of different colours, and different kind. I know all fires. Every colour I have tasted, Every pain and joy I have wasted. Now I am proof of fire. In fact, I am made of fire. Born of it, raised of it. And one day, dead by it. Just like everyone else.
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
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I am not a liar. I articulate The rough truths They all deny. So believe me as I faithfully declare; I am an arsonist. Ecstatic moments burn Just as much As violent ones. Births and Deaths Both leave flames Behind. But of different colours, and different kind. I know all fires. Every colour I have tasted, Every pain and joy I have wasted. Now I am proof of fire. In fact, I am made of fire. Born of it, raised of it. And one day, dead by it. Just like everyone else.
Quillemina-Fox
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
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