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Jan 2020
Burn it all.
I want to strike the match that turns this to ash,
I’m sick of living this
I want it destroyed
I want it burnt
I want to taste the bitter victory of cinders in the air.
I will stamp the embers out
So all that is left is grey, black and white.
Written by
SWebster  F
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