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Burning.
My mouth is dry,
my hands are clammy,
the sheets are unbearable,
throw them off,
let the night air lick my body
with tongues of flames.

My skin is too hot -
tear it off me,
tear it away,
make the burning stop.

Rip out my heart,
warm, red, beating,
drink my hot blood,
make the burning stop.

Burning
deep down,
demand me,
command me,
devour me,
split me,
break and enter,
tear me,
rape me,
make the burning stop.
©2008-2009 *PrettyCrazy
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I'm not satisfied with this one yet, but I have to leave...

I had to upload anyway because later on I might lose the feeling.
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oh..
oh..

:heart:

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This is a very dark piece as if the writer wants to be completely destroyed... Well written, but hard.
Yeah. Been reading too much of :iconpraytell:'s darker pieces, I guess. ^^

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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...

Snow Patrol

Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.
Sure I am!

I'm writing... you can start worry when I let someone actually hurt me, okay? ^^ :hug:

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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...

Snow Patrol

Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.
ohhh, i see!! blame me =p great piece tho. :) and if you need to talk, you know how to get a hold of me . . .

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
Okay. If you say so...
Mad fever dreams tearing the heart right outta ya...? Please write it out...It's so much better than the real thing

(\_/)
(o.0)
(UU)o ...
I'm really touched by your caring, but don't worry too much, okay? :hug:

--
And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...

Snow Patrol

Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.

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