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Jan 2021
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.
angry sad betrayal war nature free
Written by
Amelka
97
   Brae
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