Pyromaniac Poems - Poems about Pyromaniac

pyromaniac perverted fire starter loving her fires believe it or not she is me and I am her loving my fires...

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Soon, you'll rise from the ashes of a torching I can't claim Child of Light, quick to catch So much power in the striking of a match, such relief in the flame If you'll burn for me again, I will wander this scorched Earth, setting fires at each turn, in your name ...

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The polka dotted tit mouse was not tame. She did not like faeries, it was her claim. She loved dogs, had a female great dame. Serendipity was her doggie’s name. Polka dotted tit mouse had one big aim. A pyromaniac, she loved a flame. Burned a forest but never took the blame. I know this may sound a little bit lame. But burning...

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When I go to start a fire, In the middle of the farm, I find a spot beneath a tree, That has a bit of charm. Handfuls of dead gum leaves, And a few twigs to set alight. It’s simple, beautiful, just take a match, And it’s burning throughout the night. Burning and warming and heating, As I walk around. Then a short little breeze...

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We are fire Dancing in the wind To the left, to the right 'Till the end of sight Cascading down and down and still further Silence, not our forte We blaze Red, blue, white hot We, the undefeated We are the champions of the night Spreading wider, and even more We spread, until the breath of life lives no more...

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this buildup of stress this place of unrest inside this eagerness to end the frustration this place of darkness residing within this hatred of all around this want to relieve the sexual craving--- animal lust take control, kerosene is so cheap gasoline smells so wonderful, the match, the rush the burning line along the pavement, the rising light--- all that started from a burning candle, that only thing left for one alone on their own in a...

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