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Oct 2019
The world was water
And I was fire
With each unbelievable obstacle
My flames grew higher

But you were my fuel
My burning desire
Now with every day
My leaves grows dryer

Yet the water snuffs it
And my flames grow tired
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  21/F/The Enterprise
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