To something beyond pain,
the yearn that tears apart
all sense of hoping wonder.
Pandora's box within your
chest is the thing which
your heart beats against.
There is a slow burn,
a purification when passing
through the atmosphere
the comet for a moment
is bright and alive.
Fire never lasts.
Passion brings pain,
its ashes fallout that
infect the soul.
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