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Running hot

That macabre nightmare refuses to desist, bubbling in my thoughts like a frightening fountain whose faucet runs only hot. Only hot — those visions mock me, scald my soul until scars fester and ripple on the surface encircling what was once me. Once me — like a pest I’ve gone too far and while you watched this pot has boiled. All that remains is the drain, once me (and you) run only hot.

Running hot

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