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Poem 479 (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones
Stains on the wall
Remind me of you
Lighting our Guy Fawkes bonfire.
Love of the flames
Is an eviable trait
I hid inside like a household pet.
You burnt my old chair
On which I used to sleep,
Called for
Petrol or paraffin.
Meanwhile,
I feel that our presence
can cause nothing but death,
It is while we watch the fire
that we cease to draw breath.
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