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I was told not to play with fire but I collect zipos looking for the right pair to recreate the brown fire that was her stare . I felt like a Phoenix traped inside a moths body . The fire in her eyes were beautiful silhouettes of magma .Glaciers sat idle as fuel for the mirages to mislead any man that would try to pierce through the fire ice and illusions that guarded who she really is . So I didn't let her burn me I waited till she saw the fire in my eyes then burnt out her lava with my flame . I didn't chip away at the glaciers . I let the heat from the flame I composed with my words provoke a change in session . I never got lost in her illusions but she did . Fun house mirrors surrounds the most beautiful women I haven't even had the pleasure to meet .I freed her in hopes that both minds would interwine .that she would see me for me and I'd look at her not only as the image of beauty but truth its bitter sweet to know the women your with isn't the women your in love with but a fraction.

- by : roshaun jones