Knowing that our love would stand as tall and as proud as it did
Ignore that countless others have scrawled their own names here
We will not be like them
Because here, as I finish scratching the last letter of your name
You pull out a match, and set the whole thing alight
Our love will not be tall and proud
It will not last forever
It will be bright and alive,
and consume our lives until it fizzles out in our old age
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