Flames surround me,
They dance and lick the warm air,
I reach out but the flames don't burn,
They encase me in their gentle and tender touch,
The smoke smells just like you,
It's intoxicating
- not so deadly fire
For him
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Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants
PoesíaJust my thoughts Be aware of trigger warnings Waiting for the end, Are you? - so am I
