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Fire!

Fire
The fire was red
Like the coals
In mama’s oven.
My throat
Burning like
Hot
Desert
Sand
My ears
Ringing
from sirens
and screams.
Big men run in
picking up
Marla
and
Vincent
But leaving
Me
I am alone
Stuck
In what seems
To be
A living hell.
Help.

Forever forgotten.
Forever in peace





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