Well I wrote your name and burned it to see the color of the flame, and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything. Mine just burned gold, a normal flame. I am not anything. And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up when we were kids. You were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust. We were kids, I was a fountain and
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