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Burned

Reaching up, getting burned.
Blisters boaster, letdown;
Though really, more is earned.
No greater a gain,
The employs of pain,
When one's love is spurned.

Armed then, with sage advice.
And a stronger constitution.
He carries with him, a new device;
All at once, to where he'd been,
Climbing up, where the air is thin.
His sole intent, that he, not be burned twice.
Written by Lamjhnsn1 (FREe African King)
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