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Burning me up and down,
There’s a red hot firefly in purple veins.
And I know it’s not over, not over.

This can’t be stolen from me.
It’s mine–said it’s mine–not yours.
A sweet, hot flutter within.

Broken body, tired mind, but the flame flickers.
And this firefly can fly with one wing–
A little phoenix inside, my quiet secret.

You can’t kill it, can’t cage it.
It’s a wildfire, there to draw you in,
As a moth to the flame.

It’s not over, and I’m still here.
I’ve got a flaming firefly inside.
Said it’s mine–not yours.