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Mar 2020
The fire burned slow
Charcoal wood steaming
Scorching flickers of dead ashes, float gently through the wind
As we danced around the flames.
Inhaling toxic fumes,
Like the ones pressed against our lips
As we danced around the flames.
The destruction of the radiance
Igniting the regret,
As we danced alone again.
Written by
Brette lovell
108
   jordan
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