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Kindle the Fire
Windows to the soul locked. Fencing in the juvenile lamb and the seasoned fox.
The key cast off. The blinds closed.
Shading him from my veiled darkness.
His castle in the air ever so light.
Blown by the twinkle which playfully waltzed in my ball.
A voracious inferno ignited in a gentle lamb.
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