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Jan 2015
These burdens are scorching.
They lead to feeling nothing
but a burn.
With all my breath I blow it out,
and there it continues in a fiery rage.
I didn't start this ******* fire.
It was lit right in front of me.
My feelings feel hot and dangerous.
But I know it is not something
I can help.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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