I watched your from across the room,
admiring your every move.
Did you wonder where the fire went?
It was all around you.
Now its more then bright,
it scorns, it scars, it incinerates.
Taking her with it,
dose it mean anything anymore?
Maybe just a memory to feed,
just to make it through the day.
It doesn't hurt that much,
not like fire.
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