Like a hot stove on high
Touch it very fast
Enough to feel the warmth
Or blisters be amassed
Drawing in with heat
Pale bottoms all beneath
They take away the cold
With misrepresenting teeth
With disregard they speak
Red corona seeming meek
Taking wood after wood
Leaving scars for good
Still more to burn they seek
Fires aren't for chillin
Nor for resting in my chub
Nor for observation only
Just for now and then a rub
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