Scent of Flame

In a world full of scent,
you have to admit I’m a
different kind of scent
The black paint
On a scale of none to me
I’m a hot flame
I’m lavender
I’m jasmine
I’m a blend of freshness
I’m the warm cedar-wood in
the hot summer. No paprika
just extra hot with some hot
sauce. So hot I contest the
sun, no recompense to
those hurt by my flame;
they deserved it.

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