The Flame
The flame of the match
Burns so brightly
The colors
Red
Blue
Orange
All colors that messmorize her
The flame pulls me under
Until the match runs out
The flame in her heart, however
Is forevering burning bright
The flame sparks a smile
And she knows this is where she belongs
Where she longs
To be
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