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Pooetry

The Drizzle of Fire

A fiery drizzle began to ooze, this type of dump I would never choose.

My ring is burning though the deuce is finished. How will this pain ever diminish?

But in time the burn does go away. Leaving me in utter dismay.

Pure Pooetry

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