Vingt-deux

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You were fire, and I was gasoline
Together we were destructive and untamable
Apart we had our own uses
I fueled your destruction and wrath
And you used me, you burned me
And then I evaporated
Gone
Never to be used again
You became weaker, but never quit burning
Just like how you kept going after you hurt me

I like the metaphor but not the poem. Thoughts?

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