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Feb 2019
smell the smoke
permeating the air;
see the clouds of black and white
decorating the wind.

the fire is within me:
it burns steadily
but it does not destroy anything.

nothing of importance;
nothing that is not already destroyed.
Written by
Alle  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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   Tanay
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