Rustling like crumpling paper, Illuminating the night sky, Sending sparks about, On endless journies into the darkness. Its colours wave in and out, In a hypnotic dance, Making a casual glimpse, Turn into an endless stare. It warms your face, Your back feels cold, It can make all around it feel safe, And wonderous of the dark. Stories are told, Jokes are shared, Marshmellows roasted, And you just want to get a bit closer..... A bit closer..... AHHHHH Fuck...my face, Goddamn that's hot, Shit! Where'd my eyebrows go? I got no eyebrows! Whaddaya' mean third degree burns? Reconstructive surgury? Shit! Goddamn I hate campfires...... Stupid fire.......
Reason for writing:
Like I said before, why not?
Birth sign: Leo
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