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i. i asked the salesgirl for a perfume that can disguise the smell of kerosene. she looked at me a bit strangely. i'd forgotten that for other people, not everything ends in smoke.
ii. when i first loved you, my chest set itself aflame. you were gasoline to my slight, sparking pulse. we were wildfires. we ate up everything in our paths.
iii. we didn't plan ahead, on the camping trip. we brought kindling and forgot that fires need fuel, too.
iv. afterwards, i burned myself down trying to feel warm. i kissed every boy and girl on our block and loved each of them. i got drunk enough to dance naked on tables and not be scared of my scars.
v. ashes burned in my mouth.
vi. some hungover mornings, i wasn't sure if you were just another fever dream from aspirin overdoses or if we had actually, well and truly, burned.
vii. i still have scorch marks. -wordswords on tumblr
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