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Jan 2020
I no longer have an old hearth to fire
An old flame to blow out
Let alone coal to kindle

I let all of those old memories go
Out and cold long ago
With my youthful desire

I've made way for you, future
So that I could burn anew

I wait
And wait anew
My opinion of myself... Far too high. For sure.
Colm
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Colm
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