An obsession so many know
Never able to walk away
Because its left its mark
Beautiful and dangerous
Is the blaze that
Keeps each warm
Drawn to it like
None other we set
Memorized by the bright colors
Drawn to it like
None other even
Though I know what
It is and what it means
Wanting to touch
Know its going to be hot
That it is going to leave its mark
I continue to set
Watching, feeling the warmth
As I wander what its like
Ready to respond when called
Even when its scared the skin
Of the one who plays
Beautiful and dangerous
Is the blaze that keeps us warm
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