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Both of us, cold. Rocks. Two rocks rubbed together

Both of us, cold.
Rocks.
Two rocks
rubbed together,
and there's fire.

She coldly left me
to burn in the fire
we built together. 

Takes two rocks
to build a fire.
But what kind of fire
keeps the rocks together,
I wonder.
 He who holds the torch is closest to the flame. 

#fire #rocks
Both of us, cold.
Rocks.
Two rocks
rubbed together,
and there's fire.

She coldly left me
to burn in the fire
we built together. 

Takes two rocks
to build a fire.
But what kind of fire
keeps the rocks together,
I wonder.
 He who holds the torch is closest to the flame. 

#fire #rocks