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The Fire
I retreat to my
cavernous dwellings
it is a most
welcome reprieve
the fire’s
on my back
gently weeping
the eyes of fear
abhorring deeply
razor lines
repeatedly cutting
splitting fibers
of skin
with their heat
as I age
only becoming
more familiar
with this fetter
I taste
sickly sweet
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