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Pyromaniac Angel

06/15/20

By Emery PinePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Pyromaniac Angel
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

06/15/20

“I was suicidal with a thirst for gasoline and she was a pyromaniac angel delivering a gift to me. It was a match made in heaven.”

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Her love is fatal

Because I’m suicidal.

I only want gasoline,

In the way I should need water,

But only after.

She’s fatal

Because she's an angel.

I love to flirt with Death,

And she loves to play with fire.

I’m not a religious person,

But I swear God exists

Because I have an unquenchable thirst,

And she's a pyraomaniac.

I’m not a religious person,

But I swear Heaven exists

Because nothing else explains our coincidental perfection.

And she’s my angel.

I’m suicidal

And she’s intrinsically fatal

Because she’s a pyromaniac angel.

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About the Creator

Emery Pine

I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable

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