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Passion's Flame
Same heat, second receipt.
Passion does not ask spelling permission. It burns with the same alphabet — ardor, lust, zeal — different order, same pulse.
Wings are for brochures. What you get is forward motion when hope has left the building.
The spark kindles in the chest whether you authorize it or not. Tearing apart is not always tragedy. Sometimes it is honesty about what the fire was for.
The motion continues without applause.
JV · Dark Heart Labs