She was a phoenix with flaring wings, Heart attached to her chest on strings. She roamed the skies reigniting dead stars, Yet couldn’t quite mend her own scars. He was a lighthouse above the shore, Fighting and fighting a lonely war, Standing strong on the edge of the Earth, Doubting the future, but shining forth. They found each other one winter night; His light and her fire were equally bright. They bonded so quickly it made no sense. …
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