Flame

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I saw a tree
and it was in blazing fire.
it burned me the same.
The flame burned me, the liar.

I saw a tree
and I loved to watch it burn.
It burned me the same
and I don't think it will ever learn.

I saw a tree
and it was like it was a drought.
It burned me the same.
The flame burned me out.

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