Burning flame within
launching trouble
burning bubbles
life alone on sin.
Gives me a chance of whim.
Dancing peace above
living silent
where her eyes went
when she rejects my love.
I got slapped with a glove.
The duel went loony
and to the hulk
I had no bulk
I was puny.
But he walked just like a gooney.
So I ran.
He never caught me.
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