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Sizzling fingersSearing my skin,
I can't seem to win
This sabbatical battle,
In the cold heat of winter
I'm ceasing to shiver,
My liver, it quivers
As acid drips-
Liquid ships,
Sailing dry fields and
Stealing my feeling,
When the fire comes,
I'll welcome its sting,
But my fortune's misfortune,
I won't feel a thing.