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House Fire

I burn down the house with this torch I carry,
and everything fades into the flames,
except her eyes, guiding me from the blaze,
mesmerising,
I am possessed and placed wherever she’d like me to be.

When she stares,
my soul shines,
slipping through my skin,
so sold on the idea of ending up in her arms.

She feeds on my frenzy,
frightening me to death,
then rising me until I am reborn,
and all that she leaves is a tiny tinge of pain,
bruises and bad ideas in my mangled mind.

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