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Feb 2019
He was as bright as the sparks
dancing above the flames,
He burnt amidst the darkness,
Singeing those who were caught
In a trance,
He was mesmerising and magical,
Exciting and ephemeral.

I daren’t breathe, or,
I could ***** out his light.
Natalie Bowers
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Natalie Bowers  20/F/Surrey, UK
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