Once there was a girl with flames in her heart.
Once she could take it anymore and tore it apart.
Once there was a little boy who loved the world.
Once he found this girl and unfurled.
She backed away as best as she could,
He had hoped that she would,
fall in love with him and hold him close.
She'll only hurt him, she shows.
But the girl seen what her power could do.
She could make things into something new.
Like moth to the flame the boy only drew closer.
And the next few years drew into a blur.
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