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Her apparition
Bled through
The unoccupied aperture,
Set in the door
That separates
Daily thoughts
From dream state.
Mental images
Paint a picture,
Of my frame
Wrapped
In hers,
While we
Sought refuge
In a bed
Of flames.
I held her
So close,
As embers
Delicately
Kissed our skin
And danced amongst
The landscapes
Of our
Carefully chiseled carcasses.
Though no harm
Was caused.
We were
Ultimately consumed
By fervor within.
Together we
Incinerated.
Now,
All that remains is
A pile of
Ash and
A pile of
Bones.
A crowning concoction,
To our impermanent
Adolescent romance.
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