Burning, by Lindsay |
Strike a match and let it burn lock the latch then...you can mourn. Blow out the flame and press it down the pain is the same allow the heart to sound Feel the heat and feel the pain Where fire and flesh meet peace comes through the flame Smell the flesh and take it in it is like crystal meth I care not if it is a sin! |
Posted: 2007-03-23 01:44:15 UTC |
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2007-04-08 01:33:23 | FarmGirl |
nice one |