burning red with a fiesty demeanor,
sends me reeling with rainbow colours.
hearts on fire, feeding on desire,
can someone put my feelings on hire?
i don't want emotions,
if they would only kill me in the end,
my breaths, suspend,
and my heart, expand.
ignition only works with a key,
and if you threw it to the sea,
i guess i would be waiting by the quay.
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