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Touch a Heart

I touch a heart,
But only briefly
My touch aflame,
Flickering leaping,
Bright and full of life
Yet searing and harsh,
So the heart,
Though warmed,
Pulls away
Shunning the touch,
Shunning the warmth
Without so much
As peering into the scintillating sheets
To see what might be dancing within
And I am left
Without fuel
To sputter into near nothingness,
Mere embers glowing black
Beneath the edge of sight

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