Thirst

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Oh the burning, building flame.
Its beginnings so slight, so subtle, so deceiving.
Pulsating at the core; thick, uncontrolled.
No longer controllable.
Its ecstasy grows, pulsating.
Steady embers surround; smoke screaming.
A final explosion- majestic extraordinaire.
Pulses slow, light folds dark.
Only ash remains.





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