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"Fire Pit"

Poetry By: KellySeale

Tags: Deep, Dark, Poetry

think about it...

Submitted:Aug 22, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The putrid smoke from the pit drifted and stung my nostrils-
Plastic arms and legs, a doll's head,
melting in the dying flames.
Water from my hose, unable to extinguish the death of such an innocent.
Gallons and gallons of tears-
wasted along my way.



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