He wanted her to be in a coffee shop be nodding at his insightful words.
He wanted her to be in an evening gown and twirling with her hand in his.
He wanted her to be in a bright white dress happy-crying with his lips on hers.
He wanted her to be in a glossy house playing board games with their kids.
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She wanted herself to be at a protest chanting until her throat was raw.
She wanted herself to be in a jail cell for blocking roads demanding more.
She wanted herself to be working to the bone to subvert cruel unwritten laws.
She wanted herself to be burning in every sense of the metaphor.
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He gave her roses with glittery cards that said on them
"Please settle down and make a life with me."
But she never returned his sugar-laden affections
For she belonged to the wildfire, you see.
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