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Heat

I have banished the cold
For it was wicked,
And truth be told
It was decrepit.
I am heat,
I am bold,
I am triumphant.
But an intensity as mine
Must soften with time.
For I too, do wax and do wane
Like a flickering flame.
I will subside
For I must do so,
But stay open-eyed
Nay I’ll steal back so.