I watched the violent fire caress the tree,
Licking its sides, tempting it to be free.
The tree, it cracked, and the fire took hold...
The bark it peeled, as the tree it did fold.
It fell with a rush, leaves covered the ground.
The fire extinguished, the fire had been found.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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