As if the fire wasn't enough.
They decide to spit on the ashes.
I still remember the smoke though
And how it stung my eyes
As tears poured out like waterfall.
I'll never forget what was once there.
Such a loss.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
As if the fire wasn't enough.
They decide to spit on the ashes.
I still remember the smoke though
And how it stung my eyes
As tears poured out like waterfall.
I'll never forget what was once there.
Such a loss.
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