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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2010.08.24.22.45.18734]] |
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Heat it up like the fire within me. I'm stuck and covered in ashes. Too bad I'm burning pictures of the lovely. Like ripe fruit turns to black, So the lovely turns to the hated and ugly. My fingerprints never mattered on your face. So, neither should my tears and these licks of flame. The scent once bottled is priceless and painful. It leaves me stuck and covered in ashes. Too bad I'm burning pictures of the lovely. |