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The breath that's taken in slow with desire,
helps to feed this ever growing fire.
But I've learned to let it go,
and only for the show.
I'm eatten by the things you do,
exposed for everything true.
Lit flame does sudden burn,
to the stomach soon to churn.

Big band ideas in bloom,
meet with fated perpetual doom.
I enter at a rare caution,
adding to the concoction.
Living mice dwell,
in walls eventually to swell.
For I know i'll get by,
Just as soon as I try.