LATE POEM

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asdfghjkl MudkipBrony this is late sorry

Based kinda on the song at top, which i  L O V E 


The smoke rises

And it burns

And we burn

We turn to ash and dust and char

But it's okay

Because we know were meant to burn

And we do not fear our beds of ash

Because from it, we can grow

Into trees and grass and living breaths

That all turn to ash again when the fire starts

The smoke gets in your lungs

And twists and burns and warps your sight

But you learn to breathe without taking a breath

And suddenly burning doesn't seem so bad


I wrote this a 2:30 AM forgive me

-Rush


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