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Burned Alive Poem

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Fire burns in the life blood of the followers of the rie. Beauty, no question a bout it. A dark ladled blond streak of jeopardy rushing through her veins. Black mercury seared the skin of her flesh. A dark mist flame ripping at her legs; her calves. Beauty a smog cornucopia of deceit and liars upon the battlegrounds of her forefathers. Chipped green the polish segregated to each individual fingertip fell, unable to hold on. Everything would burn, decease to exist. Color, no more raging a twisted eye. Description no longer coherent, reality crippled, melodies cracked. Dying. Burnt Alive.

“A woman was found dead three days ago at the site of 327 Meadows Street Calgary. The home was reportedly taken over by a fire, the woman, a young Latina woman
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