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Dec 2018
Like gasoline and a lit match.
We burn alive.
First in orange and yellow.
Then blues and purples.
Until all that is left
Of me
You
Us.

Is a pile of grey ash.
Swiftly swept away,
With the wind.
Just like that
Gone.

~TMH
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
(28/F/Between Here and There)   
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