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Jun 2013
I stare deeply inside the fire
But if I touch it
It could be dire
It sizzles and sparks
But if I touch it
It can leave a mark
It can light up the night
With it's burning light
But if it dies out
We can't live without
We start to fear
That the end is near
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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