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Bill James
The Fire
She chases me like fire,
As I run the crucible of my soul
As I stumble along tattered edges
Trying to escape the demons.
The weariness from the hunt
It fatigues my heart,
I crawl through the burning void
Oh,
how I can’t wait to burn
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