You look and wonder at my seething.

You ask me you, want me to share.

I am bewildered.

How can you not understand my heart of inferno?

I should tell you. I should unleash a paroxysm of broken dreams.

But I would blister you with the breath of my rage.

Your flesh would melt from the fire within me.

For I love you too much.

So, I sit and smolder, waiting to spontaneously combust.
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