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the sky has darkened,the wood has blackened
from the burning, the fire
of my heart, desire,
it is not a passionate fire,
but a spiteful fire, a bitter fire
that despises all mankind
it grows inside me,
it wants to get out
but if i let it out,
then only punishment
shall come my way
Poetry by Tristan L.
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Written on 2007-07-11 at 03:00
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