BURN.

I feel the warmth of the coffee in my hand as I gaze at the dancing flames embellishing the hearth.

Luminous flames.

Versatile.Mighty.

The purifier.The destroyer.

Inspiring my conscience to confess the burning guilt inside.

Let me have a taste of its judgment.

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