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Jan 2021
Burning in a sweeter version of hell
Your skin smolders, growing into a fire that I didn’t mean to start
But suddenly I’m a pyromaniac that’s coaxing the flame
I know I’m to blame
And I know what they say
But I want to get burned

With my moral compass leading south
And your jaw pressed to my mouth
This price seems so small to pay
i wonder if your price is the same as mine
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
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   Imran Islam
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