The touch of the blistering sunset and patches of strawberry hue, concealed behind the jangle of carols as the boiling liquid pooled down, a puddle of hot chocolate lining the cracks in the gravel, where a lonely headstone wished to smile. They were like flames. Hotter than Dragons Breath, even able to outmatch the sun itself just by a gust from a single ones breath. Sore diamonds and beautiful blue roses danced circles around them where the melodies used to serenade lovers. Destruction and misfortune stabbed at their feet, for flames weren’t designed to dance with the ocean’s waves. Though they both knew it, embers possessed the man’s very being that day, as loneliness from the still rain drenched the head of the marble headstone.
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