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Wild flames are beautiful and dangerous.

They burn hot, fast and soon just stop.

I don't know that they always stop quickly, but I agree with the hot and fast part.

They usually burn hard and fast but they extinguise the things to burn and there's nothing left but ash and they have no fuel.

Well that I can't argue.

Another handsome poet. This might be my lucky day.

Poet, I don't think so ...

Why would it be your lucky day?

Its not everday I come across handsome poets. Today you'd be the second.

What's your name tiger? I'm Krista.

::Opens his mouth to argue, but just decides against it::

I'm Damien.

:: smiles ::

Are you a virgin Damien?

:: sniffs the air ::

I think I smell a virgin.

You're a cutie pie, Damien.

::frowns slightly::

No ... your mistaken Krista, but thanks for the compliment.

Hmm. Guess I was wrong.

Why the long face, cutie?

::shrugs::

Its nothing I suppose, just adjusting to things.

You don't look so good, Damien. What's wrong?

My childhood sweetheart and I, well ... she needed time off. I don't know how much time or how shes feeling, especially with me acting as stupid as I have been lately and the more time that goes by ...

::sighs::

I'm just adjusting ...

That's a sad end to a happy story.

We all loose our childhood sweethearts someday, baby. We just never forget our first love.

My story isn't over and it isn't defined by who my leading lady is, even though I may have used to think so. I still breathe, my heart still beats. It's not as if my life has no worth without her ...

::He adds to himself 'it just feels that way sometimes'::

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