He lighted up a matchstick
of love to remove
the dress of
darkness she wore.

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Secrets are like
matchsticks.
Once you bring
them to light,
their bodies remain
without a head.

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Three soldiers,
Three cigarettes,
One matchstick,
Smoking kills.

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The small flame
on that tiny matchstick
is her last hope of
igniting her passion,
And obviously
it made an explosion.

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You left me burning,
and accused me of spurning,
I wasn't tired until
you expressed your will.

I wasn't the matchstick,
you think of using to burn plastic,
I am that matchstick
you won't imagine, will make your life tragic.

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It's strange
how the matchsticks
look like prisoners
in a concentration camp,
all huddled together
waiting for their turn
not knowing who is next
to turn into life
or death.

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Kundali match;
Match stick.

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To light a matchstick, find those irresistibly attractive thighs and let her settle on top of you—right where she belongs. Hold her by the waist, your grip firm yet wanting. Slowly, deliberately, guide her against you, grinding in perfect rhythm. Feel the friction, the warmth, the intimacy building between you. And then—just like that—the spark ignites, the matchstick catches fire. Enjoy the heat ❤️

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~BEING IGNITED~

I was like a damped match-stick
Living with hopes which were few.
Kept unused for years,old and new.
Never did I realize,the power within me.
Could burn everything around,
and destroy everything I could see.
All of a sudden,one fine day.
When with the saga of failures I laid,
you entered my life
With a breeze as cold as knife.
You woke me up from my slumber
And said "Will Power is much greater than number"
Then you came near and whispered in my ears,
"Fire is for you,and not the tears
You are not alone,your powers are within you"
Damped match-stick I was,
Torn between love and lust.

Questioning my existence,I could suddenly feel,
Those sparks within me that were so long concealed.
The thirst of burning demanded to me.
Finally, it was the only option I could see.
My happiness knew no bounds
As I was to prove my existence with a flickering sound.
Holding my breath,I burnt that night.
Proving to the world,that I can fight.
Who said that things burn only after they are dead?
I ignited myself that night,just to live the life ahead.

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