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Dec 2019
Once.
It caught once.

Not lines of blue,
such crashes of hue.

It was small, the spark.
And alight, the bark.

What comes after?

My house, a cinder.
When we re-build in concrete,
how do we catch complete?
Written by
Mac Baker
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