Poem

Chapter 5

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A fire can burn,
Destroy.
Demolish.
But it can't build.
It can't unchar the wood.
And, as much as I try,
I can't fix the scars,
Can't erase them.
Scattered across my arm,
Pink lines against the pale white.
Reminders.
Reminders of you.
Of your fire.

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