“Wow is that fire hot!”
He cried
When he looked inside
At the little spark
He let run wild
Across the tinder
In the dry plains of his mind
He touched it
And his fingers burned
Impurities melted away
Smelted into swords
Ready to charge into a duel
With any desire
His heart dared to
Talk smack to
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