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The corner of Weston and John…
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Still as this love burns down
Calm
Flames a blazing
People crying
Chunks of our integral structure crashing down around me
Sirens screaming and my mind calling out orders
‘Do not send that text’, ‘you are being too cruel’, ‘aim at the base of the flames you idiot’
‘Let this go’
I am sitting in the wake of your poorly chosen words
Trying to chose mine with water not rage
Realising that this has always been a grease fire
