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Dec 2018
No contact, and no direction towards, four words
forwards, she is gone. For now. Just go and make a fire
blaze the hope, **** the glory
no hearts to make one,
only whole,
no quest to shun,
You cannot control
who you blow to,
or when you catch a light
such is fire with a care
I control not the flow but the temperature
Written by
Dave Davidson  27/M/not enough boxes
(27/M/not enough boxes)   
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