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the moon rose high in the sky, it's fullest time
doin eighty in residentials, park. start pulling line. the same every night and day for the best in the state but this one felt different, stepping on broken plates police with drawn weapons keep holding their lines tellin us to watch out backs inside, faces older then time we just axed the door and headed straight for the stairs feeling invincible to the heavy tasks we shouldered in pairs til i saw him in a folding chair, toe in the trigger guard a little charred but still, i recognized Jacob saw the can of gas, remember he went bankrupt putting the past behind, one task in mind, save his family go through the kitchen, upstairs into a smoky canopy take the left. touch the doorknob, twist it and push air feeds the hissing fire, spitting cinders and suit dodging falling timber, we cleared each room and made it out just before we heard the boom |
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