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You were the inspiration behind everything I would desire
like Embers, I was once discovered by your fire
In my darkest hours you'd always give me reason,
like wildfires in unexpected seasons
Every part of me learned to radiate,
ecstatically exposed to all your burning states
Then came the day I turned into dust,
and like a volcano you annihilated my trust
I was the property of a ****** arsonist,
and starting fires is how his wickedness vents
It's hard to fathom that this started with little ignition,
because it grew so fast into a vicious obsession
I asked you to stop smoking that day and it wasn't because I was simply sick of it,
I just hated the fact that I saw myself in your half dead-cigarette
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Sometimes your perfect "match" can perfectly burn you.