O 2
Fires burn.
Create.
Destroy.
But they can only exist with oxygen.
Two molecules, highly reactive.
You, my love, are part of that bond.
I have learned to ignite my own soul,
I understand it is important to set yourself on fire.
But I'll never burn quite as bright.
Smoldering eyes are all that's left
Without you.
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