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[aid] => mick
[title] => Just Another Fire
[time] => 2005-03-20 21:19:03
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[bodytext] => Just the warning sign with the bullet holes, lying on the dirt path along the forest. Just the wreckage of forty three wooden houses, chimneys standing in the center of nothingness, as though some sort of tribute, some haven of flames left only after the houses we're eaten by it's very resident. Just the litter of two hundred victims lying along the road. Only dolls, and some papers, some maybe important documents, some maybe once childrens drawings hung upon the fridge. Cars stand like ruins, half burried like bodies along the road. Spewing oil like some dark blood pouring from it's wounds. Glass...everywhere, If their were any left of them, they would tell their children to watch walking on the road in bare feet. Just that last bit of smoke winding up out of the tree's. Just ash, and cinders and sparks, just a cold smell like death and burning rubbish... The exact smell one would think would drift about the Reaper. What happened here... Just another fire, starting from nowhere... DNB [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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