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Sunday, May 12, 2002

Purple Water

Fire blazes; the roofs crumble
Doors locked and heavy, they
Stand in your way. Headstrong

You knock yourself against the flames,
The window cracks and explodes. Wildly
You run about the room trying to

Escape from the fiery inferno; it torments
Your soul that is trapped within your
Body. You leave.

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