Love to Burn
A tear my dear, for you I weep, one too many times.
We lit a match and watched it fall as our lives became intertwined.
I heard your voice course with smoke playing on rewind.
And there I lingered, once, twice, three times more, as nothing else remained.
A memory of eternity, now devoured by flames.
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