I remember she made an involuntary saint of me. Kept me at flame’s-length, just to watch me burn, I remember. I remember I dreamed a trail of love that led to her pretty door, and when I arrived, someone quite like her opened it. Someone quite like her, but not her, I remember. I remember that’s when I met you. I remember, “I do.”
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