My Centralia
The empty city and the flames below
Centralia
Friends gathered around the campfire
Centralia
The story and the storyteller and the audience
Centralia
I knew I loved her then,
Centralia
And that there was no saving us,
Centralia
And we mirrored that forgotten town
Centralia
Ruin and despair above,
Lifetimes of fire below.
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