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based on three words given to me
Submitted:Sep 13, 2011 Reads: 4 Comments: 2 Likes: 0
when I was young and had no heartland
my only companion was arson
always told dont play with matches
and now my skill with fire is matchless.
battered abused, humiliated
no thoughts alive emencipated
now im old and none the wiser
still tempting fate with mortals pyre.
a magic wand, a liquorice brew,
hegemony beyond the new
the key to fate is fire light
lost within darkness painted night
one match maby two
a special gift, a dance, from me to you.
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