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Feb 2016
Chest pains
Burning like
Forest
Fires

Spreading to
Tree limbs
Or
Wingspans

The body
Is an easy thing
To burn down,
Grandfather

These tiny
Sparks
Are heightened
Scares

There is
No possible way
To put out
The flames

And I am
Not ready
To gather
The ashes
For LG

I love you, Grandpa. Please don't ask me to be a firefighter.

I don't know how to cope. I am stuck inside myself.
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
493
   Bianca Reyes and Cecil Miller
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