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I can feel the heal surround my body,
It caresses my arms and rubs my legs.

Blazing orange, yellow, and red,
I see nothing but the blinding lights.

I look to my shoulder to see rot spotty,
It burns to feel the brushes of the heat.

I now begin to dread what I dread,
But what can I do but suffer through.

For I know I deserve this pain not,
But there is nothing left for me to do.

As many can see the burning trees,
This place I am in can be expressed.

No longer can I take this hot,
This way, this pain, this crazy craze,

For now I enjoy this heat-filled breeze,
But still, this summer's day is hell to me.