The violins cry in the background…
Tensions flare in the forefront…
Anticipations fog the past…
What will your words be?
Which do you choose?
Fire or Ice?
Uncertain flame?
Frost bitten cheek?
Love is your catalyst.
My heart is your leverage…
Pain is our spark…
-Madamchryzl-
Adjusted piece from 2017
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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