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Nov 2018
blazing red.
The Flames rise over the trees.
The moon is stained with suffocating grey
Hiding in the safety of the lesser as they run for shelter.
Human hand indeed caused this disastrous spreading death torch
then again, it's also a treacherous masterpiece in disguise
Cassie
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Cassie  21/Gender Nonconforming
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