At night—the light turned off, the filament Unburdened of its atom-eating charge, His wife asleep, her breathing dipping low ... Read full text
This is a truth around us. We burn everything just for burning only. It's a pretty poem.
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This is a truth around us. We burn everything just for burning only. It's a pretty poem.