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Jun 2
Let me be the burnt stick,
Charred by storms I didn't escape,
But still warm enough
To spark the next soul’s flame.

If not for brilliance, then for warmth.
If not for glory, then for grace.
Let me be useful to the divine—
Even if only as the ember beneath another’s fire.
tranquil
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tranquil  New Delhi, India
(New Delhi, India)   
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     Timothy
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