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A match burning A flame flickering Wood turning black A fire slowly dying A cloud of smoke A light so bright A warmth so hot This all reminds me Too much Of the one I would rather forget The red is like the blood That spilled from her wrists The burnt black wood Has the same color as her hair The golden color of the flame Resembling that of her skin The blue in the fire Like the tears that streamed down her face The brown of the wood Like the color of her eyes And the hot flame burning spreading warmth and light Is like the feelings she awoke in me | ||||||||||||||
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