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Jan 2020
There is nothing
like the wonder
A curious soul feels
When they come
To a new idea
Molded in lead
Housed in paper
And filled with
Imagination
My mind is like a well organized fire that has seen all the sparks of ideas. They come again old and dull and leave a smoldered spot. It is the new ideas, new thoughts that ingnite the fire in my mind.
Written by
Aimée  F/The Past
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