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Sep 2013
I lit a fire
In the middle of the forest
& watched the trees burn to the ground
I walked a lot, pondered in thought
Of the things I saw around
My heart's an open wound
Too fresh to close and heal
The rage came out
And opened its mouth
And fire came out to ****
Written by
Rosè
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   MKJ
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