F I R E (continued)

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_ _ _ _  ~ F I R E (same thing as the previous entry)

Lives I take yet I still consume,

My shape I shift,

Peircing the eyes of my prey,

Yet a drop of liquid will eat away.

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A/N This poem was made entirely by my younger brother and his friends, so a disclaimer; I did not make this nor did I edit any of it, however I am proud to post it on here with their permission. Hopefully they will be able to kickstart a little poetic side to themselves and pick up all the chicks ;P 

Dedicated to Intricate_details 'cause she technically guessed it correctly, just spelt it wrong. I still believe she deserves a dedication.

Thanks, and stay tuned for more!

 

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