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Sep 2019
You’re the Prometheus of my soul.
Setting my world afire.
Only to leave me wandering an ashen landscape.
Tracing out my thoughts in the grey.
The clouds remind me of the smoke in your eyes.
While I follow these footprints in the dust of moments gone by.
Hoping one of them is you.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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       Masuda Khan Juti, --- and ap
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