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Oct 2018
When I looked up,
The world had turned to Ash.
The sky was black as night.
Every ounce of innocence,
Held within my hands,
Had slipped away.
And I was standing,
Within a ring of fire.
I'd burned everything within sight.
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
(28/F/Between Here and There)   
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