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Jan 9
stole my heart from an empty place –
our love is a battlefield;
fighting not to kiss one last time,
and making me feel like I’m in love
before I even kindled those very sparks –
                              my chest is your fireplace.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Immortality
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