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She watches from an open window,
knowing what's about to happen.
He's not aware of the inevitable,
because he's not looking
He turns around almost too slowly,
catching a glimpse of the explosion.
He's too close to get away quick enough
She knew all along
He runs and screams in slow motion,
hoping that the blaze won't catch him,
but as it does, he looks to the window
and gives his mother a final farewell
Inspired by my mother, Muriel Johnstone
© PReSeNCe Productions 12th April 1998
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