Sunday 2 January 2011 photo 24/35
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I touch the fire and it freezes me,
I look inte it and it's black.
Why can't I feel?
My skin should crack and peel,
I want the fire back.
Now through the smoke she calls to me,
To make my way across the flame.
To save the day,
Or maybe melt away,
I guess it's all the same.
So I will walk through the fire.
'Cause where else can i turn?
I will walk through the fire and let it... burn!
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