A spark creates flame. Little, safe, yellow fire, It touches a trail of gas, Racing to it's destiny, It makes red then black, All that try to oppose it. Soon it reaches my feet, My gasoline covered body, Erupts in hell's own fire, Big, dangerous, red fire, The pain overwhelms me, I can't breathe in air, Only fire all around me, Soon I am quite dead, Ashes replace my body, As the fire lulls and dies.
Reason for writing:
Fire is my friend
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