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Jan 2014
Don't turn me into honey for pouring down your throat
I am not sugar-sweet treats for  your comfort eating
My home is a wasteland far away from your arms
I don't need you
I am an ocean
The bucket of water has been overturned and
watch the water flow
Captivity is not my natural environment
I was meant to burn in flames
my smoke reaching heights no one has ever travelled to
entering the lungs of lesser creatures and making them great
I am a loner
Written by
Mishka  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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