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Apr 2014
with gentle breaths
you blow  life
back into dormant embers

and deft fingers
coax little flames back to life

I shift, nervous,
that this heat will devour me

*but i’ve been wandering the cold dark for so long…
would you think less of me, if I said I was afraid?
Devon
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Devon
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   Zoe, Timothy and victoria
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