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You used to say your love was a fire
but how many days did you
waste writing about me?

happy with the friction of your pen on paper
when the friction I’m about is a regal heat-
I like to move

the friction I’m about is muscle and bone
I’m about shaking the paint off these walls
like I can burn up every trace about you

you sit in the dark happy to have the weakling
spark of what we used to be
I’m out trying to melt the memories by staring at the sun
©2008-2010 ~teenagejesus
:iconteenagejesus:

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there once was a boy who collected girls...and sometimes they came back from the dead.

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:iconmissxscissorhands:
The entire second stanza was just - I wanna bring the fire thing back up that you were talking about earlier. This was so good, that I could scream.

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"There are tragedies far worse than death; things you couldn't even imagine." - David Fisher
:icondanteholic:
I loved your last line. I might like it broken up into 2 lines, but I definitely liked it!

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"Let your words be fitting".
Inferno Canto X

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