It was the spark that made the little flame grew to angry fire.

It crawled up the flesh and crept to the soul.

It engulfed the heart and burned through the veins.

There were strings that fanned the ranging chaos.

There were shadows that vanished from the flare.

There were affairs that were kept in the memory box.

Nightmares that turned to fantasies.

Coldness embraced by warmth.

Darkness covered by light.

Wait, i’ll light another cigarette.



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