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May 2020
I fear
If this fire does not tire.
Refrain from burning me whole
...
I will die
Having lost sight of everything
I once stood for
...
A concave grind into nothing
A phoenix
That slept upon ashes
And didn't rise
For it failed to feel something
Orchid
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Orchid  20/F/England
(20/F/England)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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