The flame forked into the sky, reaching for the heavens. Reflecting in my eyes. I am it, it is I. We both reach for the heavens. We both never come close. And we die when we lose our fuel.
Hmm...everything sounds so romantic/dramatic, and then that last sentence is so pragmatic. So down-to-earth. I kinda like that. I think there's some sort of symbolism in it.
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