To Flavia

You are so hot;

Everthing is black compared to you;

You light up the room;

You light up the sky;

You light up the night;

The sun is an eclipse compared to you;

Everything turns into glass

And shatters into a million pieces;

You leave a trail where ever you walk

Of flaming yellow and orange and red;

Sparks flying all around

Everything else is cinders;

You are like a plume of flames;

Burning right through me;

You are so hot;

Becaause you are you.

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