The Sun is Not My Friend

I am bestowed with a rather frail constitution in the presence of harsh sunlight, that it breaks down my body, and manifests in the form of sunstroke and migraines of such severity that I am unable to function for  a few hours thereafter.

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TELL ME…

Why is it that the moon is the backdrop for romantic interludes
When the sun is the setting for a blazing death

Why is it that a spark aspires to be kindled
When the fire it grows into desires to be doused

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