into the pit and light a match.
i sit back
in the cold
night air
and watch the flames grow.
it's magical.
the heat, the warmth.
i rub my hands
against it.
how it crackles and speaks
to something deep inside
the soul.
the memories
are in there.
the friends i've known.
with a fire like this
i don't mind
growing old, with,
or alone.
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