Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.
Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.
For this is where I belong.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.
Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.
For this is where I belong.
what the 'moth' said to the 'fire flames' when it asked not to fall.
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