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Dec 2017
The dying embers of this fire are like love
bright and dangerous
If you touch it it will burn you
but sitting near it is great
Its warm air on cold skin
I can see the embers in your eyes
when you look at me
I can feel your warmth
when your near by
I've been wanting to run to you
but the tape around my mouth won't let me
I want your warmth
I want to fill the space
between your arms
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
(20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be)   
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