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Smouldering

I was at a loose end

Coiled up for action

Capable of anything

Any hot infraction

 

You fanned my flame

Got me into a fever

Never let me sit still

Pulling every lever

 

Combustion failed us

From sad mouldering

We barely rose above

A gentle smouldering

 

We tried to rekindle

Gave the fire a poke

Rubbed twigs together

Lit not coal but coke

 

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