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Nadia Aug 2017
Her body was a blank canvas her parents had painted
Don't play with fire unless you want to get burnt they had said
His body was a canvas with millions of reds and imperfections
He has thrown himself in the flames and allowed their light to resurrect him
When they touched his canvas faded and hers blushed a brightened flame

— The End —