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Ten past midnight

The time of creativity strikes her

mind lights like a fire

which has never stopped burning

 

It's been months since

you called

20th, to be exact - I think

 

Light your matches

On the wings of angels fallen

as the sky blazes

Burn yourself against your pain

 

It's been years since

I loved you

7, to be exact - I know

 

Now that I am no

longer running out of time

The fires burning like forges

reigniting on memories

I will never forget