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Sep 2013
Everything is dry, but not in the House.
Still there are hot spots that need water,
a lot of crystal clear solution.
Not the emotional pollution.

Tarry substance, oozes from a heart
that has a cauldron just below,
it is not what is devoured,
but what comes away digested and imparts.

Black acid like fire burns and ignites,
goes around and excites,
while leaving all in flames,
spot fires building higher,
all that can be done is putting out fire.

Putting out fires.

It is all on fire.

©DWE092013
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Ottar
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