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Acrid fumes, sweating, can't catch his flicker

shivering, getting colder and colder

he's reaching out but she's giving him the cold shoulder

tender clicks with his bitter fingers, he pleas she hears his desire

revelation came, she caught his confession and held onto his lighter

she lit up his body with the kindness of eternal timber

the once dark cave now lit up

with her warmth, his shivering stopped

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

xoxo SumBlueSunshine

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