Lover of mine
You and I
Have been trying to start a fire
As the light of day fails and night advances
Like primitives
You held the cradle
I spun the bow
But all we got was 3 wisps of smoke
Your back aches
My palms are blistered
But still we try
We cannot give in, we cannot fail
Other people
Have started fires
That rage on the horizon around us
Casting their shadows like giants
Switch to flint and tinder
You cup dry grass, I strike flint and stone
But they do not catch flame
If night falls
If we should fail
I am happy we tried
And I could see your face in the shower of sparks
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