I can carry on,
but not for much longer
without breaking,
without spilling over,

Bursting your dam
a river of lava
an eruption predicted
but neglected; disaster

Smoke without fire
no; now pay the price –
make haste, and perhaps
put me out, just in time

Put me out, put me out
of this misery, raging
before the blaze takes me
and dark death becomes me:

For my hands are reaching
my fingers are flames
if they catch you, my darling,
you will burn at the stake.

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