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Is it madness?
This burning desire inside
A fault in the wires
An arc that ignites
Through the static
The embers of hunger within
Begging an answer
I'm scared to admit
Such a simple thing
Dancing with the flames
I can't look away
It's like magic
The way that a fire can turn
Something to nothing
But ashes and hurt
In its passion
The ends and beginnings consumed
A life into fuel
Into carbon, reduced
Such a simple thing
Dancing with the flames
I can't look away
When your sparks
Meet the tinder
Of my heart
Made of willow branches
Two by two
Crosshatches bloom
Into smoke and
Disappear
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