
A fiery dance, a shadowed fight. Mars in the fifth, a love’s harsh light. They seek the conquest, the winning prize. Is it passion’s flame, or just a game? Hearts are won, with forceful grace. A battle fought, in love’s embrace. Do they seek connection, or just control? They build their forts, with fiery art. A creative spark, a burning heart. Is it beauty’s touch, or just a show?
Vulnerability hides, beneath the pride. They stand alone, a warrior’s might. Is it strength they hold, or just a shield? Moments blaze, then turn to ash. A fleeting triumph, a bitter taste. Do they learn from wounds, or just repeat? A melancholic truth, a whispered plea. Can love’s fierce war, find gentle peace? Or is it destined, to always rage?
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