[night.]
In the night there was a flame.
And aflame it did.
Without the liquid of the fire or the bark that had hid.
I had came for the reason, of love and of doubt.
To touch the fire of water and the fire of drought.
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Still Sane
Poetry"... But that's okay, because despite all of this, I am still sane."