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I see her sitting there on the corner
Waiting for my last gasp of air. Her eyes are like the fire all around me Burning my clothes and hair. She sits there with her legs crossed Quiet, patient, and calm. While tears cool my burned cheeks I wipe them off with my palm. I pull my legs away from the flames With burned skin as my reward. At least my family is safe at my sister’s play For that I thank the lord. Mom and Dad, no matter how much You yelled and hit me I love you guys. And tell my sisters that Their big brother says goodbye. The Angel rouse and slowly Walks toward me. The pain's so intense How much longer can it be? Somewhere my sister takes her last bow As I take in my last breath. Then I get swept away By the Angel of Death.
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