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The Fire

It is so alluring
A bright yellow iris
Around a deep dark hole
An abyss into a soul

You keep following it
Like a moth
You burn your wings
Again and again

The Fire keeps calling for you
It does not let you leave
You only see this Fire
There is nothing else

It commands your attention
It demands you be exactly here
Admiring it
Yet never touching it

It speaks to you
It's not to blame
It does not hear you
And cannot understand your pain

It is Fire
You are a moth
With burned wings
Tattered and in pieces

How long will you try
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