Passion, love and fire.
Everything you can think. Flowers's grave, watching her disappear, I'm still here, with her taste.
Red lipstick on the pearl of her ring on fire. Finger print on a paper that fly on the wind's ways. Window, from where flames pass through. It's like a crematory of love, of someone's life, heart and soul.
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