Fiery passions stir
The winds of ingeniousness
Raining thoughts ground me
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I appreciated the contrast between the fire in the first line to rain in the last. Almost made me shiver. Wonderful work :)
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I appreciated the contrast between the fire in the first line to rain in the last. Almost made me shiver. Wonderful work :)