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Tints are handed out to me in flashes to soothe, I’m pleasantly burned up by the spark.
Wind incites to expel the smoke from within my torch but the flames ignite and the vapors asphyxiate the waves of the air.
The universe has set me on fire and I don’t want to be put out.
The energy is generous and solicitous and effective, full of distinguishing light.
Oh what a copious adorn I blazingly wear all covered up here in the sphere.-misslatoya
