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Aug 2014
You can only imagine
How it feels
How the oxygen
Leaves the room
Just before you
Are consumed
By heat, so intense
You cease to exist
And turn to ash
In it's presence
But you can never know
How it feels
The last breath
In a black lung
Until you burn
Only then,
Can you speak of fire.
imadeitallup
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