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The flame gyrates to a song only the fire can hear.

Bright colors beckon with vibrant fingers.

Come hither.

Come away to burn in the shadows.

I will light up all your dark places.

And in the blue between the orange auras,

there is a cool comfort–

A numbness that feels safe,

While outside the heat rages.

Stay still, within that blue between,

Let the cocoon be unbroken

Else the molten rock you used to be seeps through–

leaves only ashes and smoke.