One day I saw a flame
it wasn't in a fireplace
it didn't lick your house to shreds
no, it built up inside
a flickering in your eye as a message sent by telegraph
escaping your mouth as fiery words of love
turning your hands into tools of love
however, you quenched that flame
yes, you trampled it to death
still, even today I see the ghost of that flame
a spark living in your soul
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