Blaze
A flame that flickers
Blue and orange,
With streaks of white hot fire.
I cannot look away it seems.
Consumed by my desire.
One spark could light
The world ablaze
And burn it to the ground.
It twists my thoughts.
It calls my name.
There is no sweeter sound.
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