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May 2021
Last night
I dreamt
I was in the midst
Of a thunderstorm
In a strange house
In a strange land
Alone
At first
Until
A past love
Bid me goodnight
Then disappeared
I found a box of matches
And a candle
As i fear the inner darkness
The storm
Blew over
I awoke
Safe
The ex love reappeared
And we hugged
Then we kissed
Passionately
The same intensity
Was still there
Yet we both knew
It would not  rekindle
A candle
That had no wick
Her desires
Were of a different ilk
Of what i had been
And no longer was
Nor had truly ever been
by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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