she kisses him harshly // her fingers twitch and her veins itch under that porcelain skin // she tells him he's a wicked catch, and she's a pile of disintegrating volcano ash // she tells him not to be afraid when her lips erupt into flames // but how can a little boy be fearless around a fire-breathing, lie seething dragon?
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bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
