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May 2020
There once was a flame
that burnt all that came.

In it's charred wake
was left a world to take
full of renewed life
and eternal grace.

This unyielding force
never meant to ****;
it meant to rebuild,
and rebuild it did.
I need to write to wake myself up
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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