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I was told never to play with fire,

   but I still did,

      and it was fun,

         ...until it burned my skin.


I stayed away,

   but a moth kindling the fire with breathed poems called.


I got close when sparks rose— like a romantic prose.


It was really fun

   ...until my wings are none.


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