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May 2022
Burning my core
A crackled Fire grows
With heavy woods
I work to dull it
They only feed the flame

Reason is without me
Though I try my best to cling
Any ounce of sanity
All this feels in vain

Navigating my spirit is an ocean
Depths, lows, and highs
Creatures frightening
Terrifying and kind
It all awaits

The fire and the wood
And the reason and the sanity
And the depths, lows, highs
And all the creatures in the deep
They come from me
Merlie T
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Merlie T  27/F/PNW
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