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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Open Casket Affinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire he sees<br>Is brighter than any other he's seen before<br>It's brilliant and bright and it burns deep and red and all at once he's in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's only then he sees the girl it belongs to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then he reaches out; <br>His fingers dance over the flames; <br>But<br>The fire dulls and so does she</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she<br>Was nothing like the grim expression she wore; <br>She was life itself.<br>She was living, breathing, brilliant life<br>It was just a shame that she was no longer living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she breathed<br>She breathed and spoke and walked and slept<br>And she looked at him<br>Both with those lovely green eyes<br>And<br>With her fire burning behind her<br>And <br>Still<br>She did not live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she kissed him<br>And her kisses ached <br>The burning intensity which she gave them with<br>The fire both in her hair and in her kisses reminded him that she was burning<br>She was a flame<br>His flame<br>But in the same sense she was cold and not here and not so much broken as nothing at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each time he saw her<br>He felt he was seeing a ghost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ghost burned a dull flame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire's final whispers were like a sad sonnet to him; <br>This dead girl he loved was its ashes<br>After a slow path of destruction and recklessness<br>She lay in its wake<br>The ashes were the distance in her eyes; <br>The smoke her lies that slip her tongue unnoticed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt he was staring straight in to a coffin<br>Her open casket; <br>And he was in love<br>With the flames<br>Sometimes forgetting the girl they belonged to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The way she looks at him; <br>Wordless<br>She tells him<br>Let me go<br>And love me<br>Please<br>Love<br>Me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then she's dancing all at once<br>And hardly moving at all<br>But the fire is burning<br>It's burning again and all at once she's both alive and living again; <br>And he see's the love in her eyes and all at once he understands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And she is in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dayna+Mortimore">Dayna Mortimore</a><div class=q>
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Is brighter than any other he's seen before
It's brilliant and bright and it burns deep and red and all at once he's in love.

It's only then he sees the girl it belongs to.

And then he reaches out; 
His fingers dance over the fl..."></div>
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