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Slow Burn

The fire Rages forward. On edge, We sit with these Hands gripping the core Of the time. Watching. Don't look down. Waiting. Hold it down. Put it out. The flames eat away At the sound of the clock. Stop. Time restarts again. Date: May 18, 2020 Title: Slow Burn Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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