Warmth

I have gathered a hundred Suns
on the floor

Still, I can’t hold them
Still, I’m not burnt

I want to touch their destructions,
want to be directly destroyed
and perfectly destroyed.

Still, they skip me but destroy somehow.

Still, they feel warm.

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