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Jul 2016
these thoughts like refined gold,
after years of firing in a kiln,
and they're burning ever hotter
spilling onto sheets of paper
smouldering stains never fade
indelible impressions never old
hellopoet
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   ---, Elizabeth Squires and ryn
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