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Mar 2017
This fire won't go out
Though just a flicker it may be.
Keep shifting through the shadows
Until you find what you seek.
Hold fast
To what you believe in,
Don't ever settle,
Never call it even.
These burdons
Can weigh heavily.
Its our demons
We are forced to carry.
Hold tight,
Till your last fleeting breath,
Like you're dying for
A fighting chance.
And carry on.
Part two, stay tuned for part 3
Dom Larmon
Written by
Dom Larmon  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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