Embers flicker and glow,

taking things nice and slow,

breaking out of it’s cold prison,

a remnant of unwanted ignition.

Breathing in the outside air,

licks of flame reach and dare,

slightly heated in their struggle,

as the arsonist starts to giggle.

No longer easily contained,

angry torrents flutter in orange,

roaring for attention enraged,

burning all wi...

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