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Jan 2014
finally escaping from a burning building
after being trapped for what seemed like an eternity.
i stayed in there with you for as long as i could
the fire stung my skin
and inflamed my lungs
and my heart ached as it pumped smoke saturated blood through my veins
i feared being reduced into a pile of ash
if not already done so...
nevertheless, i escaped.
you were not worth the burns, scars, and black lungs
that i got from sitting in that burning building with you

d.j.
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dj  atlanta
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