Combustion

When it comes to life I''m just a match box Waiting for my time to strike And light the world on fire -Kel Dayheart

Smoldering

She was fire Burning bright Bold unrepentant But like fire She could be Smothered Snuffed Until she lost Her flame -Kel Dayheart

Burning Memories

I'll bring the gasoline If you'll bring the matches And we'll burn this place Down into the ground So we may never again Set foot in this awful place -Kel Dayheart

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