Tossing Matches
I was tossing matches in the night.
I wasn't exspecting one to catch.
I wasn't exspecting you.
Now
There's a fire
small
burning
and I don't know
what to do with it
I could walk away.
Pretend it never happened.
or
I can watch it burn.
and watch the flames dance into the night.
and I can't bring myself
to walk away.
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