my weapon on choice is fire.
heat. the flame usually coming from inside of me, sometimes between myself and the people around me, but mostly between a boy eye's and the area in between my thighs.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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