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I see the fire in front of my eyes.
Burning,blazing hot.
As the wood burns into crisp in the fire.
We throw in plastic and watch that melt.
As we sit on the grass in the garden I see the fire.
The sparks fly high.
I see the fire and it is hot.
That's not cruel, I imagine that most of us have been there at one point or another. I'd suggest studying more poetry from famous authors...
I see the fire in front of my eyes.
Burning,blazing hot.
As the wood burns into crisp in the fire.
We throw in plastic and watch that melt.
As we sit on the grass in the garden I see the fire.
The sparks fly high.
I see the fire and it is hot.