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Dec 2013
You can hardly sense him coming,
your heart is so naïve--
And his match, struck, lights a burning flame,
With which you now perceive.
But some things can’t last forever
For It has just burnt out, you see.
So the world returns to Darkness
And you’re left with what should be.
Emily
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Emily
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