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May 2015
she was the flame that ignited him
from a sapling to a beautiful oak
but when he grows too close to her
he catches the fire she emits
and they both pass impetuously

he knows this is inevitable
so he waits until autumn
and prays his leaves will escape
from her burning passion
and shape the tale taped to their backs
yeah i don't really like it either
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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