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May 2015
15 months, a blazing fire is maintained...
2 weeks later and all of it is forgotten with one act...
2 months later, a new hope is found...
1 week later, the match is struck and a fire is kindled...
3 days later, the candle burns out...
The time for each has gotten shorter at an unexpected rate. After each all that is left is the smell of petrichor. It is the only thing that makes me feel safe anymore.
Noah Mytho
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Noah Mytho  On a Cloud
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   Cecil Miller
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