Some nights you're a fulgent ember, still in a smouldering stance, warming the heart the hearth, a twinkling gem astrally sparkling under moonlight, catching sun rays and beaming gently.
Some nights you're a blazing fire, coruscating with red-hot flames, coflagrant in mood, igniting spirit and flesh, promising sweet incineration in scalding fireworks of afterglow.
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