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Jul 2016
It doesn't matter who lit the match.
Because when the smoke clears,
The flames dwindle and
The ash drifts away,
There's nothing left to argue over.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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