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Furnace

They talk of salamanders loving fire,

but my love, my rage-

for you , burns every cell,

every atom of this person

without you who is a mere stand in

for the me with you,

 who is all fire,

the hot thirst

of our  destiny.

Autumnal by Paul Klee, 

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