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Nonsense

Don't cling to your turmoil.
Don't allow it's overstay.
It won't brighten the void.
Won't add flavor to the meat.

Won't splash color over the blank canvas.
It'll burn through it.
Slowly.
From the center outward.

Leaving no more canvas for further use.

You understand yes?
A fire is beautiful in words.
At a distance.

Not to be handled with bare flesh.