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Sunday, 8 January 2017

Poem: Never Been Burned

We're all afraid of playing with fire, 
But if we never touched the flame, 
How would we ever feel, 
Ever taste, ever know - 
The power, so strong; 
To have truly lived, 
If only for that brief moment. 

I thought we'd moved the playground, 
With the prancing flames, over here; 
Where no one sees through, 
Where no eye knows us - 
But the grounds have become, 
An incinerator, it's purpose 
Is to burn all our memories to ashes. 

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