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Fifteen — you are wild fire red and it burns right through me sets my lungs ablaze and makes me want to fly closer to the sun say Chuuya, become my wings? Sixteen — you are wild fire red and it makes my heart race like a deer being dragged through the woods open jugular and all oh, how painful and pathetic i just want you to look at me. Seventeen — you are wild fire red but the grief in your eyes colours me blue funny how we trade wounds in place of kisses i wish you would smile more, Chuuya you look best when boastful and burning give me all your sorrows. Eighteen — you are wild fire red and i am sorry.