THERE IS A FLAME dancing ‘pon the fingertips in a sweetened waltz , swirling in its ember dress & twisting with its fiery arms. SILENCE holds that tongue captive ------- but she’s smiling. a mysterious little thing. thus does it perish from a blaze to mere smoke , to NOTHING , & from the scorching subject do pupils look to him. ❛ you can control it too. ❜ delicately spoken. ❛ i figured. it is ever fitting for someone as HOT - TEMPERED as you. ❜
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