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In a blink of a candle light flame we flickered like designated memories meant to tail away with time. See we used to love, and cherish, and flourish, blossomed cheeks pressed against each other. So much hope it felt dangerous, so must trust it felt like a lie, for every time we went into our worlds to test the patience of time. Your tongue it was as red as a swell from a burn, and you filled the jars inside of me.