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Of course I should have known,
but the fire consumed me,
dancing in his arms,
every moment was agony.
Even my bones burned,
lost in his embrace,
the echo of her laughter
was a song, a bond.
I swore I flew with him,
at every fleeting encounter,
like a bird in the sky
that doesn't know its peace.
Fire and passion are entangled,
the flames are a pleasure;
but the burning, on the skin,
is a wound on returning.
Of course I should have known,
that love is a risk,
a game of hearts
where there's never a coolness.
And yet I fell,
like a shadow in his labyrinth,
consuming myself in her eyes,
where love loses its rhythm.
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