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Dec 2019
Enveloped in a cloud of smoke,
The fury of the growing fire
lashes at my skin.
Sweat pours down my face.
My breathing becomes labored.

The roar of the fire pierces my ears.
The pain settles in.

Yet somehow, I like it.
Written by
Stephen S
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   Wordsfromthesoul, KV and Joey
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