imagine a day when the fire was invisible, but the shadows still danced.
and the pictures were clear in our minds, as clear as the glass wall dividing us.
on a brass plate the fire curled, cuddling with the air, two lovers in hold,
and every time the wind whispered in the fires ear, it shivered with excitement.
when the glass is crushed, the picture is broken and fire is able to take hold.
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