In the Penal Colony
Love is the only kind of fire
which is never covered by insurance.
Love is the only kind of fire
that, when it’s over,
you can walk back into the ashes.
Love is the only kind of fire
where the smoke goes up in your face,
and then you blow it away.
Love is the only kind of fire
where an explosion is never a tragedy.
Love is the only kind of fire
where there are no victims or survivors.
Love is a prison with only
one cell and one inmate: the warden.
The warden takes away
every weapon except for one: his heart.
Love is the only kind of fire
that needs a proper ending.
Akshr
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