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burning thru me my veins awash, my heart in pain. where is the water to quench this fire? Instead, love feeds it. My love for you like dry wood, catching fast burning hot. Touch me I cause pain, hold me I cause death. Your love for me like fuel, thru my veins. Where is the water? I burn so hot, I will cease to be. My shame, an everburning ember, waiting for a breeze. My guilt, the breeze, causing once again the flame to burn. My love the wood yours, the fuel. Again the pain, soon death as finally, I burn out. All that remains are ashes in the shape, of what I once was. Where is the water? Jennifer Sheldon
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