A feint mirror peared in seams of scenes screaming from the mills: fire was born, left from the Mills trot on his own, Ruby Ruby you wandered so far too good for the Mills you trot on your own inspired by the scenes beamed bright from the vaults headlights- can never walk backwards on steaming coal He never meant to leave you alone- the mirror held close and Ruby thy Ruby walked alone- why would the mirror show the home he left behind- fire was born, and he missed it walking and talking, alone. Mirror flaunted and taunted a persistent reminder; reminder that nothing pauses. Oh Ruby o Ruby he wasn’t ready for this world marvel at the fires growth jealous of the flint Fire grew strong with or without the Saint’s blessing mirror blinked of bike rides, doctors appointments, and mall vis...

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