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Aug 2018
in the morning I feel burned out
a tossed match, colored with shame
I count all that was once mine
the shore, the lake, the forest
even the flaws that hit my arms and my legs
they were a blessing and a curse
and I remember when I was alive,
ablaze, catching fire, burning bright,
I felt it all at the same time, and I was
incandescent
Décio
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Décio  25/M/Portugal
(25/M/Portugal)   
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     Fawn, --- and Mohamed Nasir
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