PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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It is the home you made but can no longer enter
It is the lover that you can no longer kiss
It is the pain that you cannot undo
It is the scar that you cannot erase
It is the rapture you cannot reclaim
It is the mundane
It is the painful
It is the joyful
It is the life that you have expended
Never to recover
You are alone in your backward dreams
They are already dust
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