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2d
The heat sweeps up the thing you touch.
The temperature rises, you don't gotta do much.

You promise to destroy, to burn it.
Though with you, the water doesn't fit

Well, you are a power and a curse.
You hold the tower and the verse.
2 mins written poem. Topic on spot.
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author kim
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   Vishal Pant
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