Poetry

Burn

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I’m on fire.
And I’m cold.
But it’s hot.
And all I can think
Is how…

It’s…

Like nothing
I have ever
Experienced before
And the thrill
Of being burned
Kills me…

Or it
Chills me?

You’re on fire.
I’m close to the heat
And it’s cold.
Flame meet gasoline
All we can do is…

Burn.

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