your mother's not an heiress

im playing with fire. but you know you gotta fight fire with fire. so you seem to be too. im sorry i lit the match. but i will not regret it.
sleep with myself to find the fire inside when it gets too hot to quick after a long summer and short winter. but how to keep out the cold? the surface turns to ice first, and repels compliments along with the commands from inhabitants of the surroundings. sun come melt me down.
atleast there is no dust gathering on my skin.

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