A-Lit-Aeration 

Weakest when I wake. Temptation torches my tranquility. Spontaneous human combustion. Reminds me of my reality. Hitting my heavy heart hard.

 Beat. 

Fiercer flames form, from the fire of desire. I aspire higher, to astronomic ambition, as an arbitrary aftermath. Consistent human combustion, charges me through challenging changes and tribulations. 

Tepid. 

Soldering sparks soar smoothly through me, stitching splits and slits in my shattered soul. Eternal human combustion. Exothermic energy exudes my anatomy through exoteric expression. 

Bright beams bounce off my face to set the space ablaze. 

Lit. 

 

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