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May 2011
I'm not one to live my life in passion.
But like the spark of a flame,
you make me feel ashen.
A night in the dreamland,
keeps me lost in confusion.
Given the choice I would have spared my youth and,
amongst others, why were you there?
Intruding on dreams is slightly unfair.
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