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The Flame

by Bramblerose

Just when I thought the flame had died down,
Reduced to cinder and ash...
You walk back in and set it burning...
Deep inside I feel it growing...
Quietly consuming me.

Each word you say, each move you make...
Sends it spreading deeper, burning hotter.
I tell myself I can control it,
Just enjoy the glow,
Then put it out if it becomes too much...

I can't, it is too intense...
It is taking me over,
It's more than I bargained for.
As the fire reaches its peak,
Engulfing everything I sought to protect...

I hear your voice,
Then I see your face... and you smile at me,
So very gentle...
I no longer fear the flame...
I welcome it...


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