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It Burns

I oscillate back and forth

I am torn apart and put back together

Always in a new combination

Then the pressure

The heat

It cooks

The parts become the whole

Destroyed again to repeat lines 1-7

The ingredients are pure

The best of the best


The dish is not near good yet

I am tired

I am sore

I want to stop

But as long as my heart beats

I am not allowed to

I am still here

My blood thickens but it still flows

I breathe

Fill myself with life

Master does not teach the weak

Just another round

Let's do this!

Maybe it is just the eternal state

I accept it

The taste and dish will come

Let's get cooking

Yikes it burns

Scratch that

Ooo yess, it burns

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