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Saturday, January 17, 2009

poem

The fire is warming my soul,
I'm finally in control,
my burdens gone,
I played my last pawn,
I don't need to worry anymore,
I can just adore,
the freedom I feel,
it feels so surreal,
like a cloak of the finest silk wrapped around my heart,
it like i have a chance to just restart.

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