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Ceremony After A Fire Raid

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Myselves
The grievers
Grieve
Among the street burned to tireless death
A child of a few hours
With its kneading mouth
Charred on the black breast of the grave
The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit
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