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Dec 2013
Oh, fire!
You restless wall of flame,
Remember how you stole my friend?
Remember how you turned her into ashes?
I do.
I remember the greusome sight,
It was just another April night,
When she told me that she's feeling so bitter.
I asked her why? She didn't answer,
I didn't realize back then,
That my question is that last thing she heard.
Then the very next day,
I saw her face on the **** tv,
They said the firemen found a corpse among the debris,
And it was her body.
They said her daddy set the house on fire,
burning himself along with other five,
a kitten and a beautiful wife.
Do you remember now, fire?
How could you aid such a man?
He was driven by his passion to destroy!
Oh fire, you disappoint me.
They say that I fear you,
But I don't.
I just loathe you.
*So as I behold another blazing fire,
I'm filled with a hazardous desire:
To just wrap the flames around my body.
To my friend, Rima Matar.(22-7-1996_5/5/2013)
(Yes, the lack of editing is obvious.)
islam
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