A fire.
It is within me.
I want to let it burn bright.
I want to be seen in it.
I want to share it.
I want to pass it on
Because this heat, on its own
Would be too much.
Because this heat, in my hands
Do not feel like warmth.
If I could create after I destroy
I can do right by it.
I want to do right.
To do right by this gift.
This gift of fire.
That is within me.
My fire.
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