Fire Fanatic
My brows, unwittingly.
It had all the earmarks of being light.
An evildoer made of white.
I'll reply by chance that he calls.
For my deep heart scares.
Alike he was joined by a sidekick.
Furthermore, replied the phone.
I'm a tremendous fire fan.
Her fuming shouting was thundering.
I'm a chump for cheeks.
It isn't easy.
What has happened to the cores?
Except for my skeleton.
As though the mountains had infringed.
My heart was shattered.
Written: September 8, 2021
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