![]() BurnA Poem by Michael R. BurchSunbathe, ozone baby, till your parched skin cracks in the white-hot flash of radiation. Incantation from your pale parched lips shall not avail; you made this hell. Now burn.
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Added on August 18, 2019 Last Updated on August 18, 2019 Author
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