Flames
Lorraine
Beneath your eyes you will see a powerful fires. It spreads to your body till you burn. Burn till you learn. Flames are the entrence of the devil. Walk with it and youll feel a powerful heat. It will run to your body until you turn into ashes. Ashes that almost break glasses. Shattered burning hearts will never be fixed. They will be a broken glass and anyone just thinks its trash. Trash because you are heartbroken. Trash because they think you havent spoken. Flames will be Flames. They break someones heart and leave them shattered. Just luke people they leave there loved ones with shattered heart. They never help them to fixed it. So what is the purpose of living if your just keep leaving.
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Rodney Kanher
Wow...its deep
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Madison Tyler
It's so realistic
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Madison Tyler
Nice piece
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