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Oct 2015
You were on fire
on fire
and I was weary
I didn't put you out
and eventually
I've let
you
burn
my
skin.

And now I can't rid
of your
smell
like sitting in
a bonfire
but this season
won't be like the last.

Not without your flame.
Shanon Lee
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Shanon Lee
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