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Dec 2015
Love is somehow
ascending,
growing from a
tiny ember to a
flame

I didn't want to
fall in love
for fearing
loss of ascent,
but everything's burning
with you and I can
finally see the
fairness and
the tragedy in the
upheaving unfolding smoke of a
flame

God, I hope you love me
God, I hope you feel the same.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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