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Apr 2020
Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.

Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.

I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
Somehow inspired by the salt lamp I have on my desk.
Peyton L
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Peyton L  18/F/South USA
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