Let it burn.
Let it all burn.
Let the flames spread.
Let the heat rise.
Let the ashes fly.
Let the smoke swell.
This is my sunrise now.
My beautiful,
wonderful,
horrible sunrise.
Well,
it's basically the same thing.
It's bright.
It's warm.
It's chaotic.
It blinds my eyes.
I'm starting to love it.
This wondrous,
terrible,
amazing addiction to fire.
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maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
