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This fire, which burns so freely. Welcomes me to where I belong. The fire burns so calmly. Nothing worries it, and nothing stresses it. It can be extinguished at any second, at the whim of those who overpower it's might. I will allow it to stay, as I don't want to lose another. I can get a torch, I can strengthen the force of a candle. I can remove it's relaxing abillity, and let it grow uncontrolled. However, I can't lessen it's burning without extinguishing it. and I can't calm it without killing it. Burn on, you wicked fire. Burn on.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
The Fire
This fire, which burns so freely. Welcomes me to where I belong. The fire burns so calmly. Nothing worries it, and nothing stresses it. It can be extinguished at any second, at the whim of those who overpower it's might. I will allow it to stay, as I don't want to lose another. I can get a torch, I can strengthen the force of a candle. I can remove it's relaxing abillity, and let it grow uncontrolled. However, I can't lessen it's burning without extinguishing it. and I can't calm it without killing it. Burn on, you wicked fire. Burn on.
I burnt my finger while writing this. Candles sure are fun things to mess about with.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
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