I’ve always thought that you had an eye for fire. An affinity for flame. It’s curious that we meet, unplanned, at these worshippings. And if by chance I see you in the cold air, your strange eyes tell of blue smoke.
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Conflagration
I’ve always thought that you had an eye for fire. An affinity for flame. It’s curious that we meet, unplanned, at these worshippings. And if by chance I see you in the cold air, your strange eyes tell of blue smoke.
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