well i wrote your name and burned it to see the colors of the flame. and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everthing. 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. when we were kids i was a fountain
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It'd be better if he said
"playing tennis with your heart."
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