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Mar 2020
A cloak was drawn over his shoulders,
And set aflame, flickering in the passing wind.
He grabbed his mask of flame,
And set out to take in his name.

A house was on fire,
And death needed to take those lives,
Quenching the water
That flowed from their eyes.
I tried to write.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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