Jun 06, 2003 00:59
let it all go to flames.
fall over, crumble.
the ash leaves us a reminder.
such a terrible memory.
i said on fire.
take comfort in the warmth.
it only comes every so often.
i said i was on fire.
stop..
because her beautiful lips tell the softest lies..
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