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Jun 2014
There is no home like the one I built in your arms. The house has burned down with you, but I will never forget the flickering of the fire in the wall of your chest; your heart was my hearth. I've been afraid of fire since.
Dina M Ramahi
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Dina M Ramahi  Chicago
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