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Ice Flames

Things used to be, Quiet and dry. Lifeless and empty, Wanting to die. But when, You came along. You set fire, To my song. I was burning, Not in pain, But intense joy. It's my true claim, When you set Mr on flames. But then, Fate turns around. You're gone and, I fall to the ground. And now things are, Frozen... Every memory is, Broken... These flames, Turn to ice. But they're, Still on the rise. You've set me on, Ice flames... Intolerable, Ice flames...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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