Can a fire dance?
the smoothness of the flames,
the hype in which I cry to hear,
the flames rising above me.
Can a dance be a fire-light?
Where the flames were once so smooth?
Where the the flames of golden hit my tears,
and they burn, refusing to move.
Can a dancing fire light,
a face as wet as mine?
That are flying above on the ceiling whilst,
I'm burning in my bed.
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