Matchbox

She was like the flint of matchbox,
He was like the phosphorous end of the match stick.
When they strike, he burned his soul while left her with a mark of his love on her body showing his influence.
Anyway, she got a lot of marks and burned so many souls.
Few partially, and some fully.

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