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It feels so good to watch the kerosene burn, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to feel the goosebumps awaken my yellow-bruised skin. The warmth is nice and surprisingly enough so is the silence. I never knew silence could fill a void but it does. It's peaceful here. It's not like the cardboard fireplaces I used to make. So easily flammable but not a match in sight. At least the warmth here is real enough to keep me warm at night.
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
Kerosene
It feels so good to watch the kerosene burn, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to feel the goosebumps awaken my yellow-bruised skin. The warmth is nice and surprisingly enough so is the silence. I never knew silence could fill a void but it does. It's peaceful here. It's not like the cardboard fireplaces I used to make. So easily flammable but not a match in sight. At least the warmth here is real enough to keep me warm at night.
TheMagpie
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:17 AM UTC
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