Chocking coughing
Bleeding out
Intense with heat
Running falling
Blindly through flame
Ash drifts down like snow
Burned corpse
Buried bones
Fire high
Smoke is low
I wonder when it'll be my turn to go
Burned, dead, scared to be
Pages turn and burn
Falling slowly from the heat
Breathing sharp
The fire dies
And cold is here on my body
Lie dead in ash
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