Darkness and fire,
flames of rage,
burning through my heart.
As night sets out path, as
day turns the pages, as our
eyes meet, we write our
time in stone, while wishing
on the sand.
Yet so simply, what good is a heart
that melts, so beitfit that I
share mine,
with you.
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