Fire

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Night, and the dim light of the street
The smoke floats, artificial mist of mystery,
Ashes fall foreboding what's to be set free
In the quiet of death, here's the fire's incipit

Desert, the wind carries the screaming facts
Away from the street, now plunged in darkness
Twinkle, twinkle, in the midst of distress
The little stars above watch the burning climax

Dawn, the smell is the only brave rogue
Pale scarlet light reminisces the blaze
Stop a minute and inhale to graze
The surfacing crime of the smoking epilogue

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