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Aug 2010
helpless to act.
empty bucket
next to a raging fire
burning
slowly,
swiftly,
painfully.
landscape ashen,
barren and cold
yet smoldering in embers.
Empty cries
echo off the sky.
Empty bucket in my hands
as the flames lick at my feet.
Nicole Lourette
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