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You were the fire i had been searching for.

The blood that coursed through my veins.

My Warmth on a cold winter night.

How was i to know the fire would be put out so soon.

That my veins would become cold and stagnant.

But the weather always changes.

And soon i will no longer need that warmth.

But a cool breeze is what i will search for.

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