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Jul 19
He sat back
And watched me burn
In his front row spot
All the time
Sipping his wine
Ignoring all the hot
The flames were so persistent
Consuming much my spirit
And though I screamed real loud
He pretended not to hear it
One day I will get my turn
With the one who will not let me burn
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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