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Boiling Water | ||
| Water, when you reach a boil I admire your frantic toil. You have so much energy, Writhing, seething there for me. You are not consumed with rage When you reach that frantic stage. You are roiling happily, Doing what was meant to be. Now you're finished with your feat. I will take you off the heat. Are you sad when you are cool, When you're finished with your duel? | ||
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