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Oil Fire
I ran outside
to a canvass melting
in an oil fire,
each stroke sacrificed
to the sky burning
in acrylic scented smoke,
voices screaming in rapture
Burn! Burn! Burn!
to a canvass melting
in an oil fire,
each stroke sacrificed
to the sky burning
in acrylic scented smoke,
voices screaming in rapture
Burn! Burn! Burn!
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