How can it be a fire burns yet keeps you warm?
An orange-colored autumn storm
It traps you in its blazing gaze
It can hold you there for many days
Accept its touch and ash you’ll become
Something you can’t run away from
You’ll feel betrayed
But it’ll still cut like a blade
Create or destroy, it’s your choice
But you’ll always hear the calling voice
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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