The flame of freedom

I lit the so called "flame of freedom",
It was only a Bunsen burner,
Thin blue and round, it seemed very safe,
But my experiment went horribly wrong,
Something leaked out, I don't know what,
And sent me into a stupor,
And while I was unconscious,
The flames burnt the colors out of my mind,
So now when I look around me,
I see only empty transparency.

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