It is the nature of fire to burn out
When I saw you first, you were still
And moving, a motionless blur
Your hands and mouth swapped places
That ice melted - the friction was a
Tale that made us laugh, and made you cry
And you welled up and up and up
Until you asked me, and I brought out the knife
The fuel has run its course
But here I am, that kindling desire
Burning my skin
Like a sun
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