24 (Camping in the rain)
Leaves tend to smolder and not burn so bright
Letting off fumes we’d rather not smell
Its wood, wet from rain
Matches and lighters in the dead of night
Warm this cold body
My body will still be cold
Burning shirt or little woodland creature
Shotgun to the head or side
I can’t remember which
Dancing in the silence of my friends
The
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