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Apr 2016
I played my match
With a tree beside me.
I never could have imagined
It would cause it to burn.
There was fire.
I wasn't afraid.
But instead,
I played with it
With marshmallows
Pinned on my stick.
I too was burnt.
So I fought fire with fire
Until we turned to ashes.
But we are made from ashes.
And we are reborn.
Judas
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Judas  Philippines
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