Bound by Flames
From passion's fire, both love and hate are born,
Twin flames that flicker, dancing side by side.
One offers warmth, while one will leave you torn,
Yet both consume what’s hidden deep inside.
Love crowns the dawn, but hate will greet the morn,
Each holds the heart, no place for peace to hide.
Though hearts may ache, the truth remains the same:
Both love and hate will burn you just the same.
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