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Dec 2019
why you have no idea,
of the warm & small feelings i hold,
the more time i spend stoking us up,
the better & brighter the colours burn,
however i must be weary,
as playing with fire can lead to burns,
to many have happened before,
fire from my life.
for H.V but you'll probably never see this
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