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Mar 2013
He saw the crimson flames bud from beneath his shirt like flowers.
He watched in awe as the heat engulfed him with the buzzing showers.
His eyes watched the fire play,
mirrored in my own
This was something I had never known.
Then the sparks formed a cascading spray,
this was the price I had to pay.
It crackled and raced with relentless speed;
this was everything I would ever need.
The room began to blaze and the wood started to smolder.
I could feel it rush like electricity across my shoulder.
His eyes were full of desire
And when he leaned in, it seemed like the world was on fire.
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