Love is a warm misunderstood guilt
that floats below a bridge of flammable dreams.
jump and swim
there has been no other way.
Walk then if you can,
crawl if you must,
into the thousand brewing mirages.
Each withholds a memory, recycled,
for love is to remember and never forget.
For the faint hearted:
Phoenixes are extinct,
in this sea of fire.
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