I reach not that unlimited;
but the temperature does
add fledged controversies
to the fire to get on the flames.
I feel quite lame inside,
so do i freeze to see myself blind.
I can’t state for the religion;
for i can’t stare at the science in startle.
My world had given up, thinking,
whether the candle will light again;
with the flow of that redness
which consisted an eternal fragrance ever.
I surpassed every flame with a choice
i had made and i didn’t have wished.
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