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smell the smoke permeating the air; see the clouds of black and white decorating the wind. the fire is within me: it burns steadily but it does not destroy anything. nothing of importance; nothing that is not already destroyed.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
the fire burns from within
smell the smoke permeating the air; see the clouds of black and white decorating the wind. the fire is within me: it burns steadily but it does not destroy anything. nothing of importance; nothing that is not already destroyed.
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F/Earth
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
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