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We all have a flame,
A small young spark,
Waiting to ignite,
Alone in the dark.

It watches and waits,
For someone to appear,
Who can take away,
It's worldly fear.

It's a small fear, really,
Of being extinguished.
But the heart refuses
To be diminished.

It slowly beats
Until it sees them.
A rising crescendo,
A sparkling gem.

The brain does back flips
The body shuts down
And all you want to do
Is take them down town.

A night they won't forget,
A face they'll always remember
Until the day
That flame becomes an ember
Maria Etre inspired me with her poem "Pyro". You guys should go check it out!

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