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Mar 2014
At times I burn orange,
Hints of yellow, red -
A hearth fire,
Warm,
Protective,
Fed.

At times I burn a green,
Hints of purple, red -
A cursed fire,
Cold,
Negligent,
Dead.
We humans have always had a strange fascination with fire. We desire its warmth and closeness, yet are afraid of getting burned.
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If that's not metaphorically resonant, I don't know what is.
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   ---, RA and The Masked Sleepyz
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