My flame has been burning small lately, from both ends -- tempting, daring, charging to meet in the middle. I'm darkly afraid my flame will burn out and I'll have to be born again from the ashes
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I think of you often, but fear to barge gracelessly into a delicate situation. Stepping on eggshells. You know how it goes, but out of such, sometimes, tasty omelets are made. It's good to hear from you. If your fingers slip, fall gracefully, and rest assured that friends and family will be there with the safety net to catch you. Love is all around. Odd silly love sometimes, but love, just the same. Now remember to balance bitter laughter with great gobs of silliness. Maybe you could use a dose of advice from Strongbad.
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