Flames of Fire
The fire is growing making every inch of my life warm with its flames, It's making me feel better to be able to light this wild fire; these wild and crazy, reckless, dancing flames. It's making me mad, But I think, I can contain it I have to, there's no choice. For I know when frost comes up, I'll look in every ounce of a being, Lost pieces of you...
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