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Dec 2018
it was a constant thrumming
a nonstop humming
it was pumping through my almost
bursting veins

once was a wild flame,
it had no constraint on my
wandering brain because it
was wild

it is now tame and
cultivated.

the flame is lost and no longer
lives
Written by
Taye Russ  22/F/New Zealand
(22/F/New Zealand)   
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