Toasty draft

Warm flickers

Orange flames

Tangerine embers

Hazy smoke

Burnt log

And it dies.

You make me feel warm

With radiations and love flying out

Affections measured in flashes, a thousand

One step closer to red.

But we turned mysterious,

Never knowing what went wrong,

And our love died.

We don’t even know each other

And it’s so bad to fall for you

But you make me strangely happy

Whenever I see you.

It’s weird.

And not right.

And so I killed it.

The End

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