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Fire ignites beneath
my skin, consuming my heart,
sparked by a smile.
.
Soul light as air, my
feet touch only clouds, weightless
after the first kiss.
.
When storms come we stand
as one, weathering winds while
rains nourish our roots.
.
Those roots grow deeper,
branches sturdy with fresh green
stretching to the sky.
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