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Oct 2017
At night,
The wood comes alive
With a light,
Embers burst like an angry bee hive.
Warmth we embrace
Whilst in a dark place
And the bonfire heat upon my face
Will make me cozy.
So I fall asleep
And as the sun will rise
Open my eyes
I'll remember our time
And weep.
Some things are special because they are rare.
Panda Boy
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Panda Boy  18/M/UK
(18/M/UK)   
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