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We threw all we had into the bonfire of euphoric, explosive yet enigmatic love.
Thrills you knew nothing could come close to rising above.
Forgotten was the fact that fire, was neither matter, nor tangible, or something real.
Love is just but another of a transient ordeal.
Soon we would come to realize we had nothing left to give.
The love we had, was it meant to live?
Thrills you knew nothing could come close to rising above.
Forgotten was the fact that fire, was neither matter, nor tangible, or something real.
Love is just but another of a transient ordeal.
Soon we would come to realize we had nothing left to give.
The love we had, was it meant to live?