It has no stable body,
While suffusing its light on everything,
Like a ghost, it haunts me.
It is itself but cannot live alone,
A great power that needs its energy,
From something from which it can suck life,
That kind of sounds like some people I've seen,
With the exception that fire has no ill-intent.
Though its beauty makes me forget,
All the times it's burned me in the past,
And that reminds me of some people I've met.
And it's alright,
If I never get close enough,
To see the world as fire does,
Because of my fear of being turned off.
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