I lit a fire to the beginnings of us... Burning pages was appropriate to finalize an amateur type of luv... Removing our story from ever being read... There was just no need to spread such a fairy tale that's simply better off dead...U should of heard the silence of every word go up in flames...Even they knew there was no need to mention the special editions escape... The book of luv perished before my eyes... As the blaze enjoyed the end to every little lie... Torching any evidence that we ever coexisted... It was a moment that felt good on levels where life chuckled as it twisted... I sniffed the smoke to ride the high... As individual letters were relieved to be done with useless sighs... It was a thing of beauty to listen to the singe truly speak on what we are... Disintegrating chapters one by one honestly resurrected my heart... Who would of guessed a spark is all it took to rid myself of it all... I luv me a good roast that can deliver a char as the crackle is the aww...
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