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Jan 2018
Sometimes a fire must burn out,
No fuel left to feed it.
So it is with many things.
When we lack what we need to survive,
Be it sustenance,
Accomplishment,
Or purpose,
Sometimes we must end,
And cease to be.
Every song must end,
Every curtain fall,
And every candle flicker,
Then raise its smoke to the heavens.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
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