Soul Under Fire

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Settle, settle down my soul.

I’m burning unprocessed and charred as coal.

Grievous skies rain down the fire,

but I burn nonetheless, my soul is tired.

Trickling wax moves across my back,

I am but half of myself.

Tinged with lemon, I am a freshness unknown.

Think of the cleansing nature on my bones.

Fizzled flesh still bubbles dry.

This all happened quickly under that night’s sky.

 
 
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