
Seething Combustion
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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