Electricity flows through her veins,
As reality splashes like ice-cold water.
Burns so deep, as if wolfsbane,
But destiny blessed her with one mysterious healer.
He was the flame, she was the moth.
His woodsy scent drove her insane.
He was the havana, she was the dweller.
After all, she was his universe, his main.
Because after everything, every pain,
She was all his to gain.
(The End)
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