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Apr 2015
Fire, bright fire,
Burning everywhere.
Cold, real cold,
Something strange is here.

Flames flickering, glinting eyes,
I think I'm being fallowed.
Water reflecting like a mirror,
In its stone hallow.

I look around, with great fear,
The fire has gone out.
I am in a cave, it's light depraved,
There is no way out.

An eerie light, I look around,
There is no one here.
I approach the pool, the air is cool,
I see a reflection there.

I see my face, it's the same,
But my eyes are totally new.
For in them I see, the true nature of me,
The creature who only I knew.
Johnathan locke
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Johnathan locke  Mn
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