No Matches
The art shop went up in flames
No one was at fault
These things happen
All colors screamed out in black and white
Insects inside ran furious with the paint
Toasted crisp with no complaints
Their secrets too are safe
Regarding the rain
Which was already falling
Kept its distance from the unusual
Watering plants in plain sight
As you might expect
Fire hoses twisted with men in helmets
It is a job worth doing
To come prepared for battle
They came too late to fight
Insurance covers water hazards
That's all that matters
Water mixed with ash remains
When the shop collapsed in ruin
It is only natural and meant to happen
Matches were never found at the scene
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