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Aug 2019
A flame.
Bright enough to see, not enough to see past it
Let’s off sparks, without warning of later pain
Crackling, reminding of its presence
Heat, will burn with the wrong touch
Untouched, it will go until it flames out
A slight blow will end it before then.
Will it make it?
Or will it go out?
A flame.
Written by
Lauren  16/F
(16/F)   
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   MicMag
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