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Mar 2019
Before you left me
I knew what I was feeling
when I was feeling it
and how to heal
myself
But when you left me...

Now you’ve left me,
my fingertips
have lost their touch,
my soul lost all its
spice and crunch.
Please,
ignite the fire
to warm my heart;
the need is dire -
it’s growing dark.
Raven Woodfort
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Raven Woodfort
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