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Nov 2014
Under the shade
of my shadow,
where only warmth
I can feel
No judging how it's burning,
but with only "why"
to put it out.

This passionate fire raging,
accompanied by skipping beats
of a drum;
No wonder why I stayed here
it's fuel never runs out.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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