Burn
I burn to feel, but feel to burn.
The loss of my sense but yet i yearn.
As fire is meant for light
its multipurpose serves as a device.
To cook
To burn
To boil the tarnished
meant to relive the good from the bad.
And the irony of the dirty black ash.
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