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I am the embers that fueled your fire
Fed the flames to your heart's desire
I never snuffed out, burnt off, or tired
Never said my complaints, happily lied
.
Your blaze grew higher, licked the sky
As I dwindled, only with a softest sigh
Gloriously, proudly, and incandescent
I'm nothing compared to your descent
.
But in the end, when I became useless
And drifted away as bitter grey ashes
When I found your fiery cold solstice
I realised, of me, you never took notice.
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Poetry♠♠♠ La Douleur Exquise. French term, meaning: the exquisite pain of loving someone unattainable. ♠♠♠ Just one more hit and then we're through 'Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love's a fucking drag... ♠♠♠
