Burn Out
"do you think
the fire ever knew?"
she whispered
"knew what?"
he asked
"that it was going to
burn out someday"
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37: Burn Out
Burn Out
"do you think
the fire ever knew?"
she whispered
"knew what?"
he asked
"that it was going to
burn out someday"
