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Aug 2018
Attention in mine, is yours.
From forces of movement that blaze, onto wildfire.
So stay, as I say, for your remark, a rune.
Though, blind in you, the cause is versed.
There, in awe of true voice, I arise, you turn aside,
Iā€™m to remind, you to change, for our fires cross.
Written by
Noah  19/M
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