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Apr 2019
When the fire is over
We'll turn on the lights
And run our finger through ashes

We'll gather arround
The last bright ember
Until it too leaves us for the night

We'll save what's not gone
We'll long for what is
And slowly we'll forget the last few thousands days
Stayed there for hundreds of years but couldn't wait a few more days for me to see it before it burns down.
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Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
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