FireA paper tiger thrown into the funeral pyreA roar of smokeClaws and teeth, now ashes.Yellow and red, the flame growsFeeds off the air, burns the fleshCasts dancing shadows on the groundA wooden smellIs not the world on fire?
A paper tiger thrown into the funeral pyreA roar of smokeClaws and teeth, now ashes.Yellow and red, the flame growsFeeds off the air, burns the fleshCasts dancing shadows on the groundA wooden smellIs not the world on fire?
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