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May 2017
Crystal clear,
This bitter sweet memory,
When time was golden,
And everything was fine.

Ash soon did cover,
And not much was clear.

Until the other day,
You sat on my porch,
Crystal clear,
And I felt alright.

The smoke was an offering,
Mostly to memory,
And all I lost,
When your flame died.
Johnnyqu33r
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Johnnyqu33r  New York
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