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January 13, 2014
By Anonymous

We had shifted our bodies
Towards the warmth of the fireplace
Sitting in two charred
Rocking chairs.

The fire cracks and
Pops and spews ashes
As I add dense, dry
Wood logs.

Cold glasses of water
With Ice cubes bouncing
Back and fourth,
Sweating on the glass as
The fire warms it up.

I know you are thinking
About home,
About the beautiful sun room
Sprawled on the ground in ashes

About a giant engulfing flame
And everything you own
Slowly disappearing,
The sound of sirens
Racing to the scene,
Spraying water at the flame,
And a black pile of burnt wood
You call the remains.



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