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Apr 2012
Lessons to be learnt,
Teaches me to dwell,
Aching is not felt,
Freed from thine hell.
Unbound from shackles,
released from pergatory,
fires let out a crackle,
only embers left, our story.
Wept I have not,
further away your ghost,
scars I have got,
yet renewal I boast.
The present; there is no more strife.
The past; I barely heed.
The future; new life.
I will nurture this seed....
Written by
Harleen Monroe
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