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Jul 2016
Rage.
The jaws open: A growl,
Painted with bright orange.
Breaths of thick soot,
Choking the sky,
Screaming from the ground,
Ripping wood to dust,
Splinters to ash.
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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