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Jan 2016
I've met a mirror image of myself. We both burned with passion, as we recognized each other's soul at first sight. The heat was the only embrace I needed. The time wasn't right and the circumstances were against the burning. Therefore cutting the oxygen off my own flame. The flame is in a dormant state but the slightest bit of oxygen would burst it right back instantaneously. As of now a strong wind waits for its chance to reinvigorate the fire. The glass case surrounding must be broken.
Devan DA Redmerski
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Devan DA Redmerski  USA
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