Me and you are fire and ice,
frozen and still
Lively and dangerous
Together we explode,
shatter glass.
We blend,
Change colors,
Swirl around
Dance and burn,
Smokey mixtures fill the air.
But we burn out,
and then their's broken glass,
spilled wax,
and smoke.
None of that matter ever matters,
The beauty of smoke and ice,
Makes everthing else,
seem Aflamed.
-After Jens party in reading class-
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