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Jul 2018
When Fire met Ice
time froze in the heat of the moment.

The clock can only click again
when the flames face the sun.

While the tide pulls tight,
wishing for an endless, silent night,
true flames can only burn bright for one.

Lights out, or sun over gun?
Melt me.
FunSlower
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FunSlower  34/M/Australia
(34/M/Australia)   
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