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You set me on fire,
gasoline soaked.
but, I burned too brightly,
and I went up in smoke.
-
Alit with desire,
but then, I choked
I called you a liar
with embers down my throat
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The forest alive,
the sky turned black;
and nothing survived,
you never turned back.
Flame unloved by
a pyromaniac.
-
You set me on fire,
gasoline soaked.
But I burned too brightly,
and I went up in smoke.
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
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