Years of growing, learning, loving
Gone
I knew every floorboard's creak
The hidden places in the basement
Dark
Now fire truck bright flashing lights
A flood of city water rains down
Heavy
The fire, along with our belongings
The pictures, clothes, and books
Crushed
Years of memories now reduced
To wet, bruised, ash-covered
Kindling
End.
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