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All hopes embers

How to endure This infatuation When the touch of your hand Is crucifixion And every glance Enflames my soul Yet better this than a Conflagration And all hope’s embers Growing cold. Steve W, 2019

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Date: 6/21/2019 3:55:00 PM
Lovely
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Steve Watson
Date: 6/21/2019 4:28:00 PM
Thank you.