Pop Poetry: Expression

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Beau Romanowski, Staff Writer

As the fire rises up the curtains

And passes through the window

The air is sucked out while 

we all crawl around

Gasping and breathing in smoke

 

We hold each other down 

And don’t see the fire dancing ‘round

While we suffocate 

And hesitate 

to say

that we 

can’t breathe