Fires


I spark desires for a living.
Bring light to darkness.
It’s all about giving.

Spreading pleasures like wildfire.
But I don’t have an extinguisher.
I’m the one they always admire.

I illuminate the blown fuses.
Bringing the fire.
Set anything aflame that have no useage.

My aim is to never be reused.
Discard the repeated cycles.
I’ll never be amuzed.

Counting backwards.
Until life gives me lemons for my burning desires.
So sitting with you won’t set things on fire and make it awkward.

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