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Flame

I have a flame
A flame that I endure
That I douse
That I breathe
That I spark

The flame that has stayed
The flame that endures
The flame that breathes
The flame that sparks

It's hot and cold
It dances and smiles
It touches where it shouldnt
And then it dies
only to spark again

The flame is its own
it isnt mine

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