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Saturday, August 8, 2009
So what if they know?
That simple phrase, so at odds with what was said. It's hard to hear you, what with all the smoke.
The fire's always been there,
smoldering,
waiting,
biding its time.
Once the fire starts growing it's
almost
impossible to stop.
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