You and I

We fit together like raisins and water
As if by some minor miracle we could turn out to be what we once were
Like bleach to amonia
We are volatile
Even if we have the same dream
It only lasts for a little while
We are
The moment before a fire
Before some one around us
Can no longer take the smoke
Before all we are
Are ambulances and chaos
All we are
Are worried faces
And mountain of ppl who are too lost
To find there way home again

This poem is about: 
My community


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