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Love:)
Without passion
It catches fire. Seeping fuel
into the blood. A pumping heart
of propane. A little spark at
the twinge of guilt. Swelling
at the core. While red droplets
lick the flames,
hungering for more...
It catches fire. Seeping fuel
into the blood. A pumping heart
of propane. A little spark at
the twinge of guilt. Swelling
at the core. While red droplets
lick the flames,
hungering for more...
Published 9th Feb 2013
| Edited 2nd Jun 2024
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9th Feb 2013 1:00am
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29th Jul 2013 11:30pm
Need and emotion aren't ocean and shore. They're matter and imagination. Good to see them separate and bind again.
17th Nov 2013 6:08pm
Yea, n sadly to care often is waste of time
when ignored...always powerful ur ink poetess
when ignored...always powerful ur ink poetess
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