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Campfire

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Sitting in the dark
Watching the flames dance around the logs,
Sparks shoot across the dark lonely sky
The logs wait anticipating their turn to ash,
Awaiting the chance to glow

When the sun rises again
All that will be left is ash,
And the fires beauty will only be a memory!





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