Cinder Tin
Abigail's Ghost
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9PM
City's cold
Idée fixe
Taking hold
All fired up
Face aglow
Ash for bliss
Quid pro quo
Looking on as buildings burn
Tensions ease but souls still yearn
When the flames had all been tamed
The one they felt inside remained
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Light them up
Burn them down
Embers fall
All around