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Flicker God
An embrace, its liquid gold runs upwards,
kindles lost fragments, igniting all.
Revolution's rage pays tribute
to my lord's rumbled ruling.
Scorched reach to the burning core —
the whirled shapes lie and promise,
life-breather,
firemaker.
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