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It flickered between them, that very instant when her tiny fists made music with his smirking face.
The flame, it kindled ever so lightly, ever so strongly, ever so instantaneously whenever they crossed paths. And crossed paths they did.
The fire that lay in wait, that lay awaiting acknowledgement from either of then sparked again in a cold dingy storeroom bereft of warmth.
She started the fire, he fanned the flames and then there was no looking back for either of them.No looking back.
He tried to douse it out many times but to no avail.It lay in wait, in darkness and in light with a smouldering fiery breath.
The flames they rise high in a raging intensity the night before Musicana only to overwhelm him and her in a ring of sacrificial fire.
But some fires they can't be put out, it rages, it chases, the slivers of a slow seducing flame, tantalising, breath-taking, awe-inspiring.
Some fires are just meant to blaze. Just blaze through the night.
Apologies in advance for the formatting, typing from the phone.
And thank you if you are reading this self indulgent piece of writing.
I was meant to write on fire as a metaphor but it had a life and voice of its own.
The flame, it kindled ever so lightly, ever so strongly, ever so instantaneously whenever they crossed paths. And crossed paths they did.
The fire that lay in wait, that lay awaiting acknowledgement from either of then sparked again in a cold dingy storeroom bereft of warmth.
She started the fire, he fanned the flames and then there was no looking back for either of them.No looking back.
He tried to douse it out many times but to no avail.It lay in wait, in darkness and in light with a smouldering fiery breath.
The flames they rise high in a raging intensity the night before Musicana only to overwhelm him and her in a ring of sacrificial fire.
But some fires they can't be put out, it rages, it chases, the slivers of a slow seducing flame, tantalising, breath-taking, awe-inspiring.
Some fires are just meant to blaze. Just blaze through the night.
Apologies in advance for the formatting, typing from the phone.
And thank you if you are reading this self indulgent piece of writing.
I was meant to write on fire as a metaphor but it had a life and voice of its own.
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