Let the fire burn;
feel it consume,
as I hold you
in my blaze.
Breathe my scorching breath
into your soul.
See the searing
of your woes.
As my flames flicker and wane,
there you stand:
all of your troubles,
fading embers.
Feel the breeze cool your skin;
and at your feet,
the ashes of your sorrow
are blown away.
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