The Burning Sensation Short, forcefull strokes of the stick, exhuberating, familiar scent carressing the moist evening draft. Flast of light, of flame A human need to be comforted To feel the same, So vile and unnecassary But yet, the scent is so familiar.
Reason for writing:
The smell of a lit match is so familiar to me, much like the fact that we as humans, especially teens, try to be like everyone else, and it is unneeded.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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