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just a little wind. just the slightest breeze kindles a dying spark into a healthy flame. and the fires swept across the land. stripped the meat off the land and
My heart collapsed in manifold direction   Red spurts mimicked the infection   That split up and spread out across the hills  
I am a tsunami. The water waxes and wanes at my will, Captivating and crucifying the shoreline.   You are a wildfire. Endowed with incalculable miles, Extinguished by the hands of others.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality. Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity. This is passion. My passion.   
The lies grow like wildfire, spreading everyday. As soon as i think things settle down, a thought ignites the flame 
I once had a love That was a wildfire. It was passionate, And engulfing. But ultimately,  Consuming. But now, I have a love That is slow-burning embers,
You gazed at me like I was wildfire,
I tried to find myself inside you.
Sparks ignite The arid fields And childhood memories  A glow Hangs like hell above Bathed in warm light Flames climb The walls of the house In which we once slept Hopes
Birch, Your bark once white Is now black From all the things we can’t take back. You’ve shivered in the wind But now you burn because we’ve sinned Your shade may be no longer,
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