They blossomed red-hot
Two blazing flowers of a
Budding love story
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Hands held snug as corded wood
Arms wrapped tight they stood
In love like campfire warmth
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Their kisses left burns
Passion-scars for all to see
They chose not to care
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pop
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A damp log sneaks in
The snapping, the bickering
Throwing angry sparks
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The flare-up gives them a fright
The flames are too bright
No one goes back for more wood
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Night falls more quickly
What once was roaring flickers
It wilts in the dark
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Blazing petals turn to ash
Blossoms fizzle out
She goes and gets a bucket.
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Luke Huizenga
Tolkien enthusiast. Avid pianist. Japanese novice. Photography nerd.
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