.I lay still in the fire.
Oh, the grass. Burn in bed.
Blackened ash.
A cold sound rustled in the trees
Pulling limbs.
The smoke rose.The smoke rose.
It'd come to make a mess of things
And throw a storm of burnt flakes,
Lifting to the air the floating world,
To l.
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