“She is the fire in the dark,
the warmth amongst the cold.
She is the sparks before the flame,
the kindle of my affection.
She is the light against the dull of my life,
the twinkle in the depths of my mind.
She is the wildfire that swallows me whole,
the blaze that keeps me alive.”

-and each burn and scar I will face with a smile if you are here next to me.

//Spilled Inks//

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