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Eyes filled with angst and compassion that scan the figures around her analytically. Skin so warm it’s only kin is Nerfitti whom she shares her calm mind.
People don't understand her. Born from the ashes, her eyes shine like embers. A spark ignites in her soul. Her heart, a continuous burning coal. Her passion burns brighter than her fears.
Gazing at the smoldering embers before me my thoughts derail from small talk and conversation as I focus more on the struggling flame of the fire in front of me.Capturing each flicker in my mind, I feel this sensation of starvation and yearning co
I once had a love That was a wildfire. It was passionate, And engulfing. But ultimately,  Consuming. But now, I have a love That is slow-burning embers,
Tears fall from closed eyes, eyes so beautiful they should never be sad. There is a joy, a light of life within them.
Every second, minute, and hour of time wasted Over countless thoughts, my mind has chased it Mind steady Heart ready
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