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Poetry

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Fire

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by potato_hale

by potato_hale

Calling her, my Juliet

would be an insult.

Calling her, my sun

would be a sin.

Our love was beyond compare.

Without her,

I will fall.

Freeze to death.

She was my fire.

Beautiful and deadly.

I made her fire heart, my own.

I played with fire.

I burned.

I burned in her flames.