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The yellow light that permeates from the duller bulb, is not as hot as blue but hotter than the black. the colour of the flame they give, it will always burn, colder than the ice, is how they always turn. But revenge they say is best served cold, I would have to disagree, scorching, sweltering, blazing is the best it seems to me. Cold you can escape and submit with tranquility, where burns will burn right through their cruelest soul. no time for civility.
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Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
revenge is best served hot
The yellow light that permeates from the duller bulb, is not as hot as blue but hotter than the black. the colour of the flame they give, it will always burn, colder than the ice, is how they always turn. But revenge they say is best served cold, I would have to disagree, scorching, sweltering, blazing is the best it seems to me. Cold you can escape and submit with tranquility, where burns will burn right through their cruelest soul. no time for civility.
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Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
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