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Fire of Desire

Dancing in the wind,
the fire: My only friend.
I'm able to see it from afar,
though, not you, wherever you are.
And my heart feels despair,
to feel you not being there.
I watch you as you go,
praying "I love you" so you'll always know.
Because I'm alone in this fire,
with you: My desire.

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