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Poem form: villanelle

The red alert warning of fire is called out by the crier

I say no to myself and then I ignite and lie

You would of thought I learned my lesson not to play with fire

I always wonder if I can make it burn brighter, higher

Everytime I do, I say to myself goodbye

The red alert warning of fire is called out by the crier

At easter I would go with family to a bonfire

Except now I am the one looking for ingredients to buy.

You would of thought I learned my lesson not to play with fire

This is what I truly, wholeheartly desire

To burn down every single painful memory dry

The red alert warning of fire is called out by the crier

So I will put on my absolute best attire

To crash, burning down with it all I imply

The red alert warning of fire is called out by the crier

You would of thought I learned my lesson not to play with fire

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