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[dreamsoftreacle]

The flames are a'flicker...a'quicker, and a'hungrier...gobbling all the things up to the sky. Even the stars'll melt and drip down...drip, drip, drip.

Marching marching two-by-two...hoorah. But the heat'll eat up what you should've, could've, would've watched...so watch a little closer, and clearer, and...better-er.

Would...treacle burn? Perhaps melt into syrup, or poof into gas...mm...