| | i'm unsure of everyone else but I know the mad flames of passion from the first spark in another's self their eyes speak in glints but there are so many sparks varying in their intensity, heat, color, and a myriad of other hues and quarks i can tell when I am wanted when I am needed when someone just wants to be grasped and when someone just wants to be fucked few flames deserve kindle and I pray i know which flames to fan which flames to snuff out which flames to worry about i have a fire and she keeps me warm but there are so many fires waiting to be and to extinguish every one almost seems a crime to me I need no more warmth and I do not burn but not every glance I feel does not deserve a turn it does not eat, gnaw, munch, nibble, wear or erode but I can't help but feel like some flames just need a hearth some place to call abode and while I have no room inside this heart or loin for anymore what of all the fire that deserves to blaze
rationalize, chaos let it overtake you it's natural to destroy oneself it's natural because it occurs without provocation but natural is not always best and what is best is not always to be trusted if you accept without question and do not filter what you do you are chaos and it's natural it is just what you do
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