Not A Poem

And then the plane crashed.
The fire burnt.
The ice melted.
The water froze.
The girl laughed.
The boy smiled.
Her friend scolded,
His friend consoled.
The forests burnt.
The tundras melted.
The lie spread.

And he was dead.
Soon to be followed by her.

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