I flick my finger through the flame, nothing hurts.
I flick my finger through the flame, let it stay, nothing hurts.
I play the game, I let it stay, until it starts to hurt.
And this is why my fingers are turning black.
Anonymous
12:18:20 AM
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Poetic enough for you?
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