My eyes are burning.
A bearing witness to this exquisite beauty.
They say don't go near the fire, for it will burn you to ashes.
Whatever may remain of me,
I hope you'll never dare to forget me.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
Slow Burn
My eyes are burning.
A bearing witness to this exquisite beauty.
They say don't go near the fire, for it will burn you to ashes.
Whatever may remain of me,
I hope you'll never dare to forget me.