Clean


Your touch burned me--a wildfire with just a kiss:
The naive came running to,
and the bitter laugh in scorn,
at this.

You killed me with your subtle touch.
Foolish for an addict,
to have craved, such.

And like the phoenix turned to ash,
I am reborn.

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