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 I said something about how you set fires,
massive, deadly fires.
About how Poseidon wouldn't even bother with them.

The words were better then.

And why we stopped fucking with ashes after I burned my lip
even though it was only me.

And how the sun was setting too low
and was dull and lifeless
and wasn't beautiful.
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