How does it feel to stick your hand in a fire blazingly red,
only to feel that it is warm to touch and not a roaring blaze,
and suddenly the blaze turned cool, a touch of blue it bled,
until you feel like pulling your hand out, in a blinded daze.
As you realise this fire burns to a different rhythm and tune,
out of beat from the one that your heart wants to sing to.
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