Will i hold this match
'Till the flame is out?
Should it try the trick
To match my mouth
i shall be quick to
Throw the stick
For a damped match
Cannot match my heart
The very one
Is torn out
Fire and flame
My flesh craves
To feel i know
No other way
Die now
No.
I shall flick this flame
Why though
Do souls ache?
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