Flames
I'm not alive,
but indeed I grow
even more yet
as I'm fed.
I have not lungs,
but must have air
and space
for my outspread.
No mouth have I
wherefore to lie,
but I'd consume lives
with my power.
If it's me that you
would strive to subdue,
give me a cold drink
and a shower.
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