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She was silent.
He was still.
The skies played melodies of flame over their heads.
Hairs so close to being singed.
And with the nights came a swirl of reds
Soaked in the earth’s secrets unhinged,
That they never looked up to see
Never saw
Never turned to flee.
Just shy of flash point-
Flyaways.
Roaring flames and dull crowns
Disjoint.
Stares ahead,
Bodies cold.
Lives lived,
Nothing t’behold.
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