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i burnt my couch.
left three days.
came home.
house burnt down.

i left the coffee pot on
left to walk the dog.
came home.
she left a note.
"won't be back
won't call.
won't.
marry.
you.
"

i used the fire escape.

i climbed down.

jumped.

shoes lace was caught.

no shoe.

bruised on the pavement.

blood in my mouth.

i used the fire.