The Art Of Dying Peacefully, With No Pain

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Fire

I looked at the leaves as they burned

 

And i knew i couldn't steal their souls away

 

I couldn't hurt them

 

They had lost the only thing in their life

 

The only thing to give them life

 

It had disposed them 

 

Cursing them to aimless floating

 

Aimless lying

 

They had become invincible

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