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Kailey Rhone

10,800 °F, he says that’s the temperature of earth’s core.
Inside my chest, he says, there’s a hot coal where my heart

should be
It beats, do you feel it, he says, warmed by my love for you.
2,600 °F, he says that’s the temperature of a candle flame.
Inside my head, he says, there’s wick where my brain should

be
But I’m losing my spark and it’s hard to see without any light
My hands, he says, my skin, he says, all covered in ash
Standing too close to the fire is dangerous he said
Did I burn you? he said. We were crimson, we were luminous
Now, he said, we are scorched, and suddenly different shades

of black.

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