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Her body was a blank canvas her parents had painted Don't play with fire unless you want to get burnt they had said His body was a canvas with millions of reds and imperfections He has thrown himself in the flames and allowed their light to resurrect him When they touched his canvas faded and hers blushed a brightened flame
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
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