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I am fire Wild and unforgiving  Soothing yet destructive My lips? They cannot be sealed I cannot be contained I started out as a match Insignificant, quiet But now I am a raging inferno
Forced against a sweltering stone; Bubbling, blistering, all alone, Heat cauterizing liquid bone.   Exhales trapped breath and withers in; Buttery smell soon to begin, stacked atop its bretheren. 
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