0358. somethings, just like the passion of an arsonist for the love of red, glowing tongues of flame, cannot be suppressed with ease. but everything comes with a price.
we've paid our innocence to quench our dried mouths of a fiery, insatiable hunger.
our bodies, minds and souls will burn again; just hope we dont melt and fuse into a single entity.
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