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Wood burns
it chokes and it sizzles and it screams
it smokes and it blackens and it shrivels
while the blaze kisses it all over
and then it crumbles into dust 
consumed
Wax melts
it folds and it collapses and it drips
it runs and it puddles and it flows
without once being touched by the flames
and then it solidifies again
transformed
What am I?