'What was i burning about? Oh, yeah, I remember. So, i'd been burning for quite a while when he arrived.
I'd been mingling nicely with tinder, when he approached. I started to heat up a bit. A nice spree en somme. I didn't feel like going out! No, I didn't see his face. I still had so much to burn on. No, his face was blured by the smoke. But i recognized him. Yeah, i did! It was him.'
Flames are speech.
Smoke is a thought you'd love to keep in your mind.
It always escapes. You can't help it. You let it go
The sunset is a love song, you'd love to whisper sing forever.
It always fades away. You let it go.
Smoked dress-babette versus. Straw hat-Fat face.
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