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Aug 2020
I watched you set a fire
But never once felt the burn  
And so I danced in the dwindling flames
And you came around just enough to keep it burning
You are the last thing a moth sees before it dies
It must be true when they say that you only feel the smoke once you leave the house
Because here I am
Buckled over on the front lawn
Gasping for fresh air
Raygan Emma Jane
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Raygan Emma Jane  24/F/Toronto
(24/F/Toronto)   
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   guy scutellaro
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