Flames

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Scathing remarks burn in my throat

Trying so hard to build a moat

Between myself and sanity,

Breaching all humanity.

And all the time,

No matter how kind,

Nothing hurts like everything,

Nothing burns like anything.

Running rampant in my heart

Waiting, wishing, for a start.

Softly the flames,

Dance about.

Merely the flames,

You can't put out.

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