Forest Fires


you only need two things to kill hundreds of trees:
a wooded area that experienced a drought,
and a match.

you only need two things to kill me:
a cement heart,
and my trust.

I don't know which is worse, but maybe you can find out.
You've already accomplished one,
So go to California with a matchbox.

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