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Apr 2017
I used to dance
beneath the
strong


oak tree. I felt
its leaves in what
is

now empty and
thick with sludge and
what

used to be touched
by the roots of the oak
I

have long sense lost
it and all
hope.

I used to dance
beneath the strong oak tree.
To

Sing and to smile
and just to
be.
Last words can show so much.
The Ember Lion
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The Ember Lion
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   kim
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