Our love was crushed in the wind of the night
The flame burned out before we could reach the light.
Would I give up the moment that the light was ignited?
To fill the gap of space you left in the place of my heart-shaped candle.
I wouldn't be writing this without your flame...
I still need something to blame.
A part of me feels responsible
I blew out the candle. It smelled too good.
I didn't want to waste my time on something that would eventually burn.
Will I ever find that match again?
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