Tuesday, August 25, 2015

There's this fire that burns inside of me
   and it burns brighter than the sun. 
Sometimes I get so close to it, 
   it's too late to try to run. 

There's this river running through my 
   veins. 
The roaring waters leave me sane. 
      Sudden swimming, now. 
          I'm dirty, soiled, stained. 

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