To him, she was an open flame.
Fed only in a moment of need,
Then left alone to die.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
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To him, she was an open flame.
Fed only in a moment of need,
Then left alone to die.
