I am hot to touch
A flaring temper
The moon annoys me.
Quiet in the sky
Hit by meteors
Numbly accepting.
I melt them that dare
Hit me with such force
Such is my anger.
It warms planets
Planets warm to it
I am important.
Boiling and brimming
Capable of life
I shoot out my rays.
This is why the moon
Will never be me
Too quiet is she.
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