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Addicted
Burn it up
Burn it down
That which you hate
Burn it to the ground
Fire, my friend
My confidant
Hate, my rage
My boiling point
Red, like my walls
Pretty walls
Of fire and flame
Alive with purpose
Purpose to demolish
Destroy
All that is bad
In my eyes
Love, they say
Is good
But fire is better
To wrap yourself in
You can love fire
When it scorches the source of your
pain
Torch
Made of gas
Feel the heat
Wonderful heat
Makes me feel safe
The way they did not
Now is the time
For you to consume me
For us to be one
My fire and I
So burn me up
No trace left
Of me
Or you
Heat was my friend
It came with me
It lifted me up
It fulfilled my dreams
Of rage and hopelessness
But then I was gone
Into the flames
Tell them all about my fire
By Christie Clark
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