The Dragon Cools

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You had always been

the one whose tongue

breathed fire in

my direction and

whose sharp teeth

used to gnaw into

the freshly scalded

and scolded flesh.



Suddenly, you began to

speak with gentleness

and placidity healing

the burns that others

had further scorched.

It was so unexpected,

but greatly needed

to thaw a bitter heart.

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