Combustion
Spontaneous Combustion
I wish I could plan for it.
If so I would burst into flames in the bathtub.
Today I am capable of both unbounded love and murder most foul.
I am experiencing the depth of my weakness and strength.
Temper the mettle of my soul in the fire that consumes.
Regenerates. Purifies.
Fire-fueled glory only exists in the eye of the beholder,
but it's hard to turn that eye on yourself.
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