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Jan 2011
The fire is beginning to smolder
other than few small pieces of transparent orange.
No need to put it out
it will take care of that itself.
There is no fuel left to burn.
And even with all the air in the world,
You must have substance
...to have fire.
I will move out of the way of the lazy smoke.
It causes my eyes to tear.
deanena tierney
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