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Fire Fright


In my dream, I stood by. A tragic horror, before my eyes. Burning fire, far below. What happened here no one knows. An evil woman stood upright, The people round her, black as night. A man accused of one small lie, Now his blood would burn bone dry. His fate a wicked woman chose, And a smell of burning flesh arose. His body jerked with all its might, Still he showed no signs of fright. My dream has ended, I came awake. Such a scare, my hands had quaked. I turned aside, my eyes struck by bright light. But with a puff of my breath, it was once again night.
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Jasmin Tries.
oh my gosh this is amazing. I loved how you were able to make your words flow so easily, And although your words spilled fluently, they still carried brilliant content. Plus, who doesn't love a poem that rhymes?

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