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Settle, settle down my soul.
I’m burning unprocessed and charred as coal.
Grievous skies rain down the fires,
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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