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Mar 2016
My past lies
  like a deep
    still lake,
a record of
all my mistakes
  within its soul
& I want to burn
them all, but
   how do you
take a flame to
it just stays,
    forms ripples,
sometimes small,
biblical, all I can
   do is wait for
drought, for
  clouds to move
& sun to come
    out; the day
I will wake
   & not see a lake
but a clean slate
Written by
katie  Liverpool
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