Gasoline
Dowse me in gasoline
I won’t scream
I don’t hurt
Charcoal tastes like your love
Crumbling like you lies
I felt the heat sure enough
Remember lips before the war
Matches fall
I’m consumed
By only thoughts
Of you
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