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the house is burning. its walls red-hot from the flames. the attic is first. memories turned to ash, all memories except for one. The Fire. next is the rest of it. the bedrooms are gone, along with their uniqueness. its kitchen is gone. why would it need to eat? the house no longer belongs to itself. it belongs to the flames that consume it everything is red. that's all it knows now. until the fire consumes it, turning it into nothing but ashes.
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Fire
the house is burning. its walls red-hot from the flames. the attic is first. memories turned to ash, all memories except for one. The Fire. next is the rest of it. the bedrooms are gone, along with their uniqueness. its kitchen is gone. why would it need to eat? the house no longer belongs to itself. it belongs to the flames that consume it everything is red. that's all it knows now. until the fire consumes it, turning it into nothing but ashes.
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Indiana
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
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