i want to
touch your waxen face
and feel it melt under
my warm hands
so i can forget
how blue the skies look
and how they don't match
with anything
i can peel
these moments away, by
degrees and farenheit
until we reach lukewarm;
a matchstick
against my cold, cold face.
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DONT BURN YOURSELF!!!
okay, im calm and composed. anyhoo... this poem is awesome, and i loooove the background. deep dark eeevil purple with deep dark eeeevil green with angelic innocent and pure white font. woot, awesome combination
okay moving on... awesome poem AS ALWAYS! 
with a tripple your imagery was brilliant buddeh. i love u and your poems. 
keep up the awesomeness in the color combination and bring out the flavour in your words.
i'm going crazy. (fullstop) no further discussion on this topic.
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