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Albamaine Nov 2024
I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.
Albamaine Nov 2024
No sparks, only riddle
A ceased ark, arcs kindled
In stark, on rubble
Ignited and ceased all over

Matchstick love, matched love
Likened to fire, the story told
Fondness strikes, flicked desire
Ignited and ceased all over

Torched knife, feelings scorched
Once melted, now hardened
Now breaks, once settled
Ignited and ceased

All over

— The End —