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Devin Salmon Aug 2016
Before there was an "us"
You warned me
You were a burning building, with things inside, literally dying to be pulled out..
I accepted your cry for help,
I walked down every hallway,
Kicked down every door,
And pulled out everything that had been set a flame by the previous tenants,
You asked why I was fearless to enter,
Why I was not worried about being engulfed by the flame,

For I've been burning long before I entered..

— The End —