Burnt

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About my exes.

I played with the fire that was you.

But all you did was burn me.

But like a moth to a flame,

I was drawn,

Back to you.

 

Only for me to be burnt again...

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Where'd ya go?

We all have been where this poem dwells.  Burn me twice - shame on me. ~stella~