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The flames light up the tress that whisper your name into the wind
Your words are beating around my newly revived heart
If only I could be the breath that set ashes to your morning
The love squeezed from your pen to empty paper
If only I could be the girl lucky enough to love a man like you
Then maybe
I would let go of all my ‘ifs’