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Burn, please.

See that fire?
See how it dances towards the sky?
Violent crimson fingers grasping at a shooting star.
With ashes floating like little musical notes.
See that fire?
And how I long for it to burn me, to make me feel.
Something other than this innocent bliss.

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ninian said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 4:01 pm
aww...i love it. i like how you make something so pretty seem so depressive. try to write happy stuff though.
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