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The gold turns to liquid wonder as I watch the smoke curl up towards the sky.
The flames are hot and angry, like the feelings inside of my heart.
My mind is numb,
Allowing me to forget what I have done.
The heart shaped locket you gave me was all that we had left.
Now it's destroyed like the broken pact of our love.

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