These paper walls so thin, so fragile.
Ignited, incinerated. So gentle so beautiful & destructively elegant. Infernos pirouette all around us grasping at the pieces until all it seems to be are hallucinations.
The light reflects from our eyes as we watch them burn down; ash like snow.
I'm not afraid with his breath hushed next to my ear, his warmth greater than the blazes flickering at our feet. The beating of his heart-more soothing than any drug.
These paper walls so thin, so fragile.
I don't need them when all I need is you.
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