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May 2020
Feel the fire
Trapped among the flames
Possible Death could be the aim
Yet I didn’t burn
I wasn’t placed in an urn
Feel that fire
My determination to live being desire
Burn not
I wasn’t meant for the slot
Hot Hot Hot
The fire on me was not
My miracle came
I survived
It’s a miracle I said
My survival that was meant to be
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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