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Oct 2015
they warned me not to play with fire
but the way that our love burned was just too beautiful to leave alone
and so i struck matches on each flicker and hoped that i could keep the fire burning for a bit longer
but eventually the rain came and i was left matchless
unable to salvage what we created
the existential romanticist
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