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Apr 2015
Fan the fire that burns within,
let the heat sear your skin
until you crisp,

be a guiding hand, or
a torch for the ******
when all is lost,

when fear takes you,
when existence breaks you,
when nothing remains
of what you were,

be undone.
Tryst
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Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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