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i know i shouldn't

you wouldn't

we couldn't

yet i find myself playing with fire

the same way i used to lick

my stubby fingers

pinching the burning candle wick

and extinguishing the flame

before mom could catch me

on quiet winter evenings

we want what we can't have

or, in this case

what we aren't even sure we want

yet there's a captivating allure between us

driving me to break toys

make noise

cause trouble

at this point

i can't tell what's real, what's fake

i can't be bothered tip toeing

avoiding mistakes

and you and i won't dare


so, i play with fire

as we get cozy


edging closer to the line

that neither of us would cross

would we?


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