Fire, Fire

November 23, 2012
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Lurking shadows move as thieves
Cat’s screeches break like glass
Life is born in fire
Sweet, but cruel desire
The midnight sun shines on her face
And the children run and hide
They fear what will happen
They all fear the end
And while the madness goes
I stand on my toes
The world moves on
Just fine
Without me

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