Melt

Sometimes it’s good to squirm.

That means you’re standing firm.

What if you didn’t flinch?

Running into stars would be a cinch.

Screaming at the fire

Makes your beat drum louder.

Grow in patience,

And virtues shadow the prowler.

Sink into the candle of radiance….

The stars will explode in gradients.

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