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Aah those blissfull evenings spent by the fire, when for a few moments I can see into my own soul. I can write an 1000 word essay and later wonder what it all meant. I can solve a shoulder borne problem of the heart and I can gain a small spark of confidence to tell a good friend of what they mean to me. Those tempting flames draw me close so that I feel I might reach out and be bathed in a warm glow of satisfaction but I am aware enough to pull back when it gets too close. I am playing with fire, and it is exstacy, and when it is at its best, it is far worth the burns. |
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