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Forward I go into the night, I dreamt I was a spark and you the Forest Fire, off to sleep I go....
I've always wanted to put a word to love.
Upon my heart, my lungs, my eyes and my soul, and i think,
I, the spark, have concluded.
Forest Fire.
Spreading like a plague of love over a body so ready to die for THE feeling.
The one that'll consume you for life,
for the one feeling that makes you feel guilty, 80 years later, lying in bed next to, the next best thing.
It's the fever and the cold.
The heart that society can't even medicate.
You know who it is, or was, or wasn't.
It's the one with an Irish face, knuckled hands and sweet music.
The one from so long ago, or so far away, and right next to you always.
Deep, burnt, smoking hot and damaged I think I heard that a forest can never fully recover. I loved every minute of it.
The forest fire inside of me.

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