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She was tying his hands to the back of an old wooden chair in her tiny cabin
 
He thought tonight would be his last night alive and the last thing

he'd see was this unknown woman in the dark
 
she poured gasoline all over the floor and lit a match
 the floor boards were ablaze and the embers were all over but not yet reaching him

she played music from a stereo as she started dancing

on those embers that were burning on the floor 

He kept wondering what was behind all those moves

that she was doing in her dance in the dark

she grabbed a bunch of loose leaf papers and threw them up in the air and as

they landed she stomped on them with her feet. he realized

the papers were his original works heart breaking songs he had written
 
Her feet were bleeding from stepping on all those embers
 
the music finally stopped and so did her dancing
 she walked towards him and untied the cords from his hands

but by then it was too late he had already died from watching

his songs burning on the floor with his name written all over them
 
she lay down upon those embers which were still burning 
her eyes filled with bloody tears
regrets of her mistake not letting him forgive her so

that they could be together forever