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Oct 2017
You are a burning flame and me, a sodden log; so ready to feel your heat. You dry me out and ignite me but I've failed to realize too late that your fire comes with a price. Because every minute I am with you, you destroy more and more of me until I am nothing but a pile of ashes lost in the wind
Brooklyn René
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Brooklyn René  22/F
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