They extend upward like towers
With flames curling off them
The world needs tenderness
The world begs to be pillaged
Where there are empty houses
kindling awaiting for the flame
The fixed ready to be broken
Opening to the blows and fire
Wanting the wood of it's structure
To feel the lick and then turn ember
giving it's surfaces to further the fire
Until it's raging torrents of heat eat
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