Stepping on thorns,
Bleeding red love,
She was an anagram for fire.
Warm with affection,
Cold from within,
She was an anagram for fire.
Dreams set on flame,
screeching with pain,
She was an anagram for fire.
Demons started to settle in,
Residing in dead spaces,
She was an anagram for fire.
Hooked on the edge,
Moments from falling,
She was an anagram for fire.
Seared from within,
Setting everything ablaze
She was an anagram for fire.
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A/n:
I will be updating on Tuesdays and Saturdays. I don't have much to say, but I hope you are enjoying the book so far.
XOXO
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