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Apr 11
The flame was afraid to leave,
Did not want to be,
In a lamp,
A fire pit,
Alone.

Yet it can still shone,
To carry on,
And be the light,
For those in fright,
To signify those who carry him are not alone,
And with that,
He found his home.
Written by
Carlos Iglesias  32/M/Western Mass
(32/M/Western Mass)   
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