His voice felt like a match lit under her skin,
a match that could light candles at a romantic dinner, but
could also spark an all-consuming wild-fire
A fire that spreads a fire that multiplies
And destroys

Her voice felt
like the devils tounge
whispering in his ear
We always thought we could see loves
PASSION burning in their eyes, but
perhaps it was hells inferno

Our voices felt
like pure derision
Pointing fingers in their most intimate
corners and secrets hideways.
They saw us and the light in their eyes
went out, leaving us to stumble in the dark.

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