Warmth

I was not the only flame beating

I had another which gave me warmth

We grew from each other yet became distant

I grew faint and dim, I couldn't keep living like this

The other vanished frommy life and I felt cold

I didn't know how I survived but I felt another warmth

Stronger, growing closer

I knew from thta moment I needed it

It wanted me too

We merged together into a singular flame

We burn brighter and hotter than we could have on our own.

We are eachother's warmth.

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