Originally Published 04/03/2024

Originally composed to a young girl on a bet for a kiss in 1992, when she pointed to a garbage bin that read “No fire no ashes” on the side of it as my subject of inspiration.

No heat no fire.

No wants no desire.

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No pain no gain.

No clouds no rain.

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No love no hate.

No destiny no fate.

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No passions no sex.

No more emotional wrecks.

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No music no beat.

No fire no heat.

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No wanting no need.

No selfishness no greed.

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No water no sea.

No you and no me.

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No ins and no outs.

No whispers no shouts.

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No future no past.

No first no last.

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No sharing challenges or feats.

No posts and no tweets.

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No sky and no moon.

No April, May, or June.

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No warmth no sun.

Last line I’m done…

-aaa