if you would've dissected my soul at that hour, you would've found a graveyard of curses. lit to flames like poetry catching a broken heart. i burned because he was the alcohol inside, intoxicating me to fiction. but your halt turned my blaze lambent. perhaps you convinced me i wasn't a witch but instead, an addict holding an excuse for absence. thank you for aiding the hold (you never realize how heavy it is in your hands until it isn't there anymore). thank you for carrying the buckets of water. i hope you'll allow me to do the same for you.
sincerely,
your favorite firefighter.
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