Gasoline was running through your veins
Creating a mess of adolescent colors
That surged as one mass everytime I
touched you
I was fire
You could see it in my eyes,
The passion to destroy everything
And honey I know that I'm not the
only one
To know that gasoline
And fire don't mix
(g.b.)
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Puzzles From A Mind's Perspective
Poezie//A short book of short poems written by a mind just short of being sane// or the one where the titles might as well be considered poems. I apologize in advance for any offensive content. Also, some of the content may be triggering.
