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Mar 2015
A boy was born with a heart made of wood

Hopes for love ablaze seemed almost too good

Her lips danced over him, two searing wicks

His soul she toyed with, mere pick up sticks

Kindling burns brightest, for the shortest of time

Poetic love devours without or with rhyme
Written by
Jonny Fastball
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