I took what I wanted, but I can't have what I want

Balled up or sprawled out, flame on the seat of the couch


Seemingly intangible, I cup it, rekindle it, and ward the wind

We clicked and I clicked

I pointed,squinted, and pulled

And I can never take it back

I live in this heat, I freeze in its wrath

I can't win

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