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    When Love Is Slowly Killing You: A Poem

    He sat in chair across from her. She stared at him and he looked at her. They weren’t talking just looking at each other. He was calm and she was trying to understand him. Those two were so different. One a water sign and the other a fire sign. She was a calm rainstorm…he was a slow spreading fire…her heart raced as he looked at her.
    One was in love and one was in need to be understood….
    Fire and rain never mix…rain puts out the fire…