Their love is like a poison,
And company a dagger dipped in it.
Mankind as usual, slave to its traits,
Can't hold it for long, to harm, to suppress to rule over, given a chance.
Nevertheless, I hold it close like a fireball,
Close enough to reach my heart
Where it burns away the blood that pass
Leaving the marks and bruising the part.
Yes, I was aware, but it was too precious to be thrown away.
The story is short and there's nothing to say, except the fire would burn-out or burn me away.
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