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It is like anything else
I do it Because it feels good Then It becomes a raging Forest fire It becomes Bad for me it is bad to be Good And Good to be Bad And I am the cruelest Of all To me I am the tender tinder I am the wind that blows I am the match in hand The match in otherwise Empty hands Burning |
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i like...even if it leaves a hint of sulfur.
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Cool.
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