.:. Flashpoint .:.
"Psst" as the match lit up,
the flame eating into the wood,
as it falls.
Kaboom! Flashpoint!
The bud hits the rope,
the fibres lighting up.
Slowly charing away,
it unwinds itself.
See girls are not good at secrets
Swirling in the hand,
the palms became greased with oil.
The hands seperate,
as oil drips downwards.
But was i a part of it?
Bestowed with live,
the fire blazed.
Flickering flame eats away,
leaving blackened trails on the floor.
No I din spread it, i m innocent!!!
Speeding towards the point,
nothing can stop it.
It turns and winds,
coming into contact with the powder.
Maybe i am a little responsible...
Boom
jus a tiny weenie little bit
Days to disaster: 5 not including weekends...Haha
Revealed on [6:27 AM]
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