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my soul burned with desire
eyes like two red flames
in the dead of night
but only met cold wind
and sharp shards of ice
and even though fire
melts ice
it cannot melt through
an endless winter
a long lasting blizzard
of loneliness and starvation
for touch and comfort
i hope you know dear
that fire must be mended
otherwise it burns out
into nothingness

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