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It's a peculiar thing... Fire It can represent many of heart's emotions Rage, passion, survival, heat Embers turned to flame with just one ignited match Fire can also be completely diminished Embers grow cold Or the rain comes In an attempt to squelch The last flames of a fire burning lowly Some fires are dangerous Spreading uncontrollably like a wildfire amongst innocent trees merely bystanders in an unlucky trick of fate Some trees are barely ten feet when they're forcibly engulfed In a ring of fire. Such a shame is the day When you realize that fire has burned you forever You may not have died, but you always live with those scars.
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Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
Fire
It's a peculiar thing... Fire It can represent many of heart's emotions Rage, passion, survival, heat Embers turned to flame with just one ignited match Fire can also be completely diminished Embers grow cold Or the rain comes In an attempt to squelch The last flames of a fire burning lowly Some fires are dangerous Spreading uncontrollably like a wildfire amongst innocent trees merely bystanders in an unlucky trick of fate Some trees are barely ten feet when they're forcibly engulfed In a ring of fire. Such a shame is the day When you realize that fire has burned you forever You may not have died, but you always live with those scars.
hollandmichels
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Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
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