The burning flame
leisurely softening down the candle.
The torment it was going through with the burns
were becoming too gruesome to handle.
The misery began
when it gradually started to melt.
That's exactly the thing about pain,
it demands to be felt.
The unbearable pain flows
from its foot to its head.
The agony meets its end
once the burning flame falls dead.
It eventually reaches down
to its molten state.
And that is how it all dissolves,
with the end of its fate.
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