Fuel

Fuel
Pound with vehemence
The distant star
Other scenery to distant
Morph blood into scar
Under the surface
Desiccate feeling form
Broken knuckles allover
Withdraw it from norm
Metal screws it down
Edges will complete
Shackled to bloody wall
Emotion’s failed retreat
Take it and bind it
Keep the decay still
Need the fire alive
Precious is the will
Needed on every day
Hone and clean this tool
Open rarely the place
Where is kept this fuel
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