Burnt is a dream

Back then, a long, long time ago,

Under the safety of my home, I had a dream, the perfect career, how beautiful were the

Red flames that i believed could not frighten me, a blessing on a cold autumn day.

Now I look back, what a dream.

Truck sires wail, flames get higher, they want to consume you, and you can't get away.

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