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Apr 2016
A matchstick man
With a flint for a head
Burned up my wick
Till I was melted and dead
They keep telling me
It's time to blow out my spark
But they don't realize
I'm afraid of the dark
So I continue to glow
With what little that's left
In love with the light
Though my life stands bereft
I will keep the flame lit
Of a warmth that has grown
I wont put it out
Till it goes, on its own
Leah Barton
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Leah Barton  Orlando
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