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Click hereyou burn
the house down with your jazz.
the money that you spend.
the candle at both ends.
you burn
grass with your looking glass.
poetry you have penned.
your name into my skin.
you burn
my fingers on your match.
my lips with your hot sauce.
the bridges that you cross.
you burn.
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tazz317over 11 years agoRECALL JOHN LENNONS
poor boy when you die etc all thats left is his soul, unsold? TK U MLJ LV NV
