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Current mood:  enlightened Category: Writing and Poetry
the smallest spark
grew into flame
burned this whole house down
now nothing remains
faint memories
no one will claim
lay there in waiting
till the wind sweeps them away
and i don’t what i am crying for
hoping things will change
when i know nothing will change at all
until i start by changing myself
years in the dark
tied to this vein
foolish believer
time and time again
6:07 PM
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