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Nov 2016
Every day and every night,
reminiscing about the past
Remembering the good old days,
when I used to sit at the glades

The grass brushing my feet,
like a blazing heart full of greed.
My creative heart would be lit
entering with the shadows in the words' pit.

My heart trembled by the mere sight of it,
the shadows' heart was everlasting in its pit.
Nights went by in a flash,
all the days looked like a mad dash.

Running through my life like this,
has made me lose quite a bit.
A lot of hours spent learning,
everyday spent burning.

Hours upon hours of work,
forgot to even look at the clock.
So busy forging a career,
forgot to care about anyone I hold dear
Written by
Marian Kutra  18/M/Albania
   Doug Potter
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