Worthy to Burn?

Butane drips
and stains the page
that this poem lives on.

I don’t have aims to burn it
I’m just trying to
refill my lighter.

But now that I read it,
maybe it should be
burned.

Just a moment poem!
I’m almost done refuelling,
and your seconds are numbered.

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