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Jan 2015
He held his stare with strangers that turned out to be friends;
In dim lit rooms of teenage parties, that never seemed to end.
Burning like warm candles in winter, he lit up worlds within others;
And set fires to those he called his brothers.
And by the mist of light that shone through the room;
He was all that he wanted, just far too soon.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
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