Words are fireworks, and I've been warned not to play with them so casually. You'll get burnt. What can I say? I just love the way the fuse dangles... almost as much as I love the smell from the after burn.
You are the blackened streak on my driveway the morning after. Next day memories of a well lit sky.
Placed myself in a duffel bag again. Got friends to see and work to do.
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