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Ardor
Twisting tongues of
fire rise against my
fevered judgment, a
night bereft of the
warmth of another.
So easy to kindle, but
the flames jump
their stones,
spreading through the
grass like desire's
will to live. Every-
thing catches in
time, and soon, an
uproarious inferno
swells as if waves in
an ocean and ig-
nites the heart above, for
what is this life if not a
passionate one? Pray for
thoughts; pray that the
night has yet to steal the
day and forge your
armor in the furnaces.
Hope upon hope that
it's the light that takes
us.
fire rise against my
fevered judgment, a
night bereft of the
warmth of another.
So easy to kindle, but
the flames jump
their stones,
spreading through the
grass like desire's
will to live. Every-
thing catches in
time, and soon, an
uproarious inferno
swells as if waves in
an ocean and ig-
nites the heart above, for
what is this life if not a
passionate one? Pray for
thoughts; pray that the
night has yet to steal the
day and forge your
armor in the furnaces.
Hope upon hope that
it's the light that takes
us.
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