Monday, July 27, 2009

The sight of fire licking a burning house..
It emblazes years of possession, years of hard work..
Years of memories, years of joy..
Years of sorrow, years of grief..
Like nails scratching windows, the chills on my back drag me closer. Hearing the fire cracking..
Hearing it burning carelessly, without remorse.
No remorse!

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