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Nov 2011
We just won't let this fire die.

As soon as it starts to smolder,
either you get lonely or I get drunk.

And this whole ******* forest,
is once again engulfed.

I desperately try to put it out
but, my words are water on a grease fire

. . .and we both get burnt.
Written by
AB
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