Poem 'I come from the fire city' by Eve Ewing An explanation about how it feels to lose everything from a fire.
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I come from the fire cityfire came and licked up our houses, lapped them up like they were nothingdrank them like the last dribbling water from a concrete fountainthe spigot is too hot to touch with your lips be carefulfire kissed us and laughedand even now the rust climbs the walls, red ivyiron fire and the brick blossoms floridred like stolen lip…
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