One spark, one kiss, one endless night,
We burned too hot, we burned too bright.
Now I’m left with ashes, smoke, and regret,
A flame like ours is hard to forget.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
One spark, one kiss, one endless night,
We burned too hot, we burned too bright.
Now I’m left with ashes, smoke, and regret,
A flame like ours is hard to forget.
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