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After the Fire.

December 13, 2009

7th Street and North Carolina,
The fire took all but the walls.
Visibly charred,
Patrons symbolically scarred.

A man stands trying to find out,
peering through a makeshift door.
Strength and its recent demise.
Tears fill his eyes.

Every weekend since she was gone,
He came here to get away.
Not the fresh foods and pancakes.
The survival of his own mistakes.

Like the walls of bricks
It pulled him through
His own fire
Never to grow tired.

Now that it was gone,
His broken heart spoke
A promise to everyone there
An act to end their despair.

United they did their parts
To save this place in their hearts.
For the walls that diffused his own fire,
He would restore even higher.

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