to play with fire

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i keep playing with these matches the sparks fly to your picture frame replacing memories with made up stories (my made up stories bear less pain) i watch flames lick around your image and can see you in a different light i paint my own image of you creating nonexistent times i dream up times you didn't hate me for what i am and cannot be and set fire to these pointless thoughts with the fire inside that's killing me i engulf myself in fantasy happiness lives while i am dreaming but always wake to it's startled death (joy doesn't die without some screaming) over and over goes this ugly facade there's nothing else that i can do but paint an image inside my mind to help burn picture frames of you Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 05:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1

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