when the senses
come to the point
of melting with everything around
like rubber in fire
like snow in the sun
there's more than just a maybe
the texture of a word
the taste of a smile
the sound of skin
it's like the flame that burns you from the core
it's the heat that makes you weak
it's a fire inside
[and it's yours for the taking, if you're willing to run the risk of getting burnt]
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