Water and Earth,
together we make mud.
Fire and Air,
combined we burn hot.
Infinite combination possibilities,
followed by infinite choices.
Together our flame could be doused,
but it could also burn hotter than ever.
Who knows what could happen,
but it has to happen first.
Turn out the lights and feel my lips on yours,
let's combine our elements.
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