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shelby Feb 2016
My heart is like a burning flame
And you are the precious gasoline
That keeps my inferno ignited
And fill my every longing desire
My trust, the most delicate glass of them all
And arduous to achieve; yet you are the beholder--but
That could simply crash and fall
And shatter into microscopic shards
My eyes are a window
And as you look into them with your own orbs
That could destroy my own fiery soul, I have fallen once more
And I realise that there is so much more to you I owe
My heart has been a burning flame
And you have always been my gasoline
That always keeps my inferno ignited
And for that feeling, I am delighted

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