As I bury these toxic wastes
With a spade and shovel
Beneath the rubbles earth surface
I pour the gasoline
Set the light
I watch these negative faces scream in pain
Their graves decorated
In red, orange and yellow flames
Negative faces
Reappearing and disappearing
In and out of my life
As I stand by and watch the red, orange and yellow flame burn
My memories of these negative faces becomes blurry
Negative faces replaced with positive faces
A sigh of relieve
Black smoke
Ash
Burnt torn pages
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