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Aug 2016
A fatefull turn.
The Grace of chance.

A weary heart.
A moments glance.


For in those moments.
Precious few.
Would grow,
and burn.
My heart anew.

A perfect
Form.
Cast from light.
That pulled me,
from
An endless night.
Leay
Written by
Leay
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