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Jun 2014
she was like fire
on a war path,
destroying everything
in sight.

but he saw her
as the light
to his darkness;
the bright sun
that brought daylight,
the fire
that re-kindled his
long burnt out
candle wick

and he prayed she would
never leave,
fearing another
never-ending
darkness and winter
soliloquist
Written by
soliloquist  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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