Los Angeles Snow

Red sun fills the sky, surrounded by clouds of smoke, I smell like a cigarette tray, as the fire spoke. Now the fire yells, tearing through what we used to know, white ash falls, the Los Angeles snow. Fire screams, taking everything away as she grabs onto everything living or nonliving. White ash falls, the Los Angeles snow, fire creeps closer, whispers that it's time to go.

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