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Whisper
The spirit rises into the night
flames licking the crisp Autumn sky
taking memory with each breath
downy white thoughts lost in death
Heat escapes through doorway tattered
a husk of a shell
of what once stood
oxygen lacking, I can no longer breathe
Smoke rising in ominous clouds
signify loss of a life lived in vain
The crackling of wood screams of things left undone
a whisper passes heard by none
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