If force is equal to pressure over area,
I could safely state that you are P,
And I am A.
So, if F here, equals to an immeasurable number.
A number that represents a calm blue sea,
Or at least once was.
That turns into a ball of purple liquid,
And later, into a red burning metal.
Smoothed out by a sandpaper,
Once again, I was heated.
One time, I spark
Two, I produce larger spark
But three? I'll turn into ashes.
Ashes that floats around in the air,
Resting on your skin,
Leaving mark on your epidermis,
And I'll go deeper if I can.
Oh, and I'll irritate your eyes.
I'll be collected,
But with one breeze,
I'll haunt you again
When I'm no longer the insignificant ash.
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