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The Fire

The stench of burnt flesh
Burnt plastic and paper
The smoke in the air
And ashes on the ground

The flashing of the lights
From media and rescuers
The noise of the screams
Of the trapped and saved

The house is dessimated
Mutilated and destroyed
Smoke still pouring out the top
Ashes still falling on the ground

Hours pass by
Like nothing has happened
Day finally breaks
The whole scene changes

The house is only now smoldering
Families called for the ones still inside
Help called for the ones who survived
The fire is out

Crowds disperse as people go away
Rescuers pack their gear and leave
Investigators come to find out
What destroyed this pile that was once
A home

Please tell me what you think

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