Something Of An Odd Choice

Your fire has kept me burning 

for months,

though to stop, I have

no luck. 

Yours is the love

I crave,

as if it’s the only thing

I need to be saved. 

Eyes as they were,

heart as it was left,

longing for one, last

vacant breath. 

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