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Red Fire


Red Fire You amazed me, with your red fire You created such beauty, beauty I have never seen before People would follow you everywhere but I was the one You asked to stay So I did, I did anything you asked me to do You were the one that played with fire and never got burnt Who was I to you? Days were spent together, me adoring you And you all the while spitting the red fire For some time, I was yours alone Then my mind wandered and I watched you I wanted to impress you, my red lover I learned the art; soon I could spit the red fire too And while you watched me, I saw no wonder Only bitterness and anger I knew you would leave me then And you did Leaving nothing behind but a vivid memory See, I had become something more And you weren’t the same The haze was cleared and you were just a man Half of me is gone now, that much is true But I don’t mind all that much, I amaze the world With my own red fire
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